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BY    A 


YOUNG  WOMAN, 


UNDER   HEAVY  AFFLICTIONS. 


First  American,  from  the  Fourth  London,  Edition  | 
with  a  supplement. 


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"  Who giveth  Songs  in  the  Night. "—-job  xxxv.  j^« 


£  *  E  T  E  R  : 

Printed  by  Henry  Ranlet,  for  Angier  March^ 

Bookseller,  Newburyport, 

1802, 


PREFACE 


TO    THE 


F  I  R  ST    EDITION, 


SUFFICE  it  to  fay  of  this  Publication  that  the 
Author  of  it  is  a  very  obfcure  young  woman, 
and  quite  deftitute  of  the  advantages  of  education, 
as  well  as  under  great  bodily  affliction.  Her  father 
dying  when  She  was  young,  and  leaving  a  large  fa- 
mily unprovided  for,  She  went  out  to  fervice  at 
fixteen  years  of  age  ;  in  which  ftation  She  continued 
till  Auguft,  1772  ;  wljen  diforders  feized  Her,  which- 
ever  fmce  have  baffled  the  power  of  medicine  and  the 
Ikill  of  phyficians. — But  God,  who  is  rich  in  mercy, 
was  pleafed,  in  love  to  Her  foul,  at  the  beginning  of 
the  affliction,  marveloufly  to  manifeft  Himfelf  unto 
Her  ;  and  has  been  inftructing  Her  from  that  time 
in  the  things  pertaining  to  His  kingdom  and  the 
righteoufnefs  thereof,  as  the  following  poetic  per- 
formances, which  are  printed  from  the  Author's 
own  hand  writing  (who,  by  the  way,  learnt 
Herself  to  write),  do  in  fome  meafure  witnefs. 
But,  fuch  is  Her  modefty,  they  would  never  have 
appeared  to  the  world  in  Her  life-time,  if  it  had 
sot  been,  that   fome   months  'ago   She  thought  She 


IV  PREFACE. 

was  actually  in  dying  circumftances  ;  She  therefore 
committed  them  to  the  care  of  the  Editor,  charging 
him  to  let  none  fee  them,  till  after  Her  deceafe. — 
But  as  She  appears  now  much  more  likely  to  live 
than  at  the  beginning  of  Her  affliction  (though 
without  any  profpect  of  ever  being  able  to  earn  Her 
bread),  he  could  not  be  eafy  to  let  them  lay  by 
him  any  longer,  "  hid  up  in  a  napkin  ;"  thinking, 
that  the  talent  was  given  Her  to  profit  withal,  and 
that  they  might,  under  the  blefling  of  the  Moft 
High,  be  of  fome  ufe  to  others,  more  efpecially  to 
the  fons  and  daughters  of  affliction. 

The  Reader  may  depend  upon  it,  if  there  mould 
be  any  profit  arife  from  the  fale  thereof,  it  will  be 
faithfully  applied  to  the  AuthoVs  ufe. 

That  the  blefling  of  Him  "  who  giveth  Songs  in 
the  Night"  may  make  it  profitable  to  thofe  who 
are  training  up,  in  the  fchool  of  affliction  on  Earth, 
for  fioging  the  fong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  in  Hear- 
ven,  is  the  fervent  prayer  of 

The  EDITOR. 

IPSWICH,  JAN.  6,  178© 


THE    LATE 

REV.  DR.  CONDER'S 

RECOMMENDATION 

TO     THE 

SECOND    EDITION, 


"''?$'' 


THESE  little  fonnets,  called—"  Songs 
Night, " — now  pafs  under  a  fecond  edition  : 
— fufncient  is  faid  in  the  preface  to  the  firlt,  as  to 
the  fituation  and  affecting  circum fiances  of  the 
Compofer  of  them  ;  the  truth  of  which  account  I 
have  thoroughly  informed  myfelf  of ;  and  do  aiTure 
the  Public,  She  has  no  certainty  of  a  tolerable  fup- 
port  under  Her  ill  (rate  of  health,  but  from  the 
donation  of  Her  friends,  and  the  advantage  She  may 
reap  from  this  further  publication  : — fo  that  Her 
cafe  is  truly  deferving  all  charitable  regard  ;  an d3 
as.fuch,  I  fmcerely  recommend  it. 

And,  befides  this,  without  fearing  cenfure,  I 
think  thefe  little  Productions  deferve  to  be  recom- 
mended to  the  candid,  and  even  curious,  Reader, 
as  a  pleafmg  entertainment  for  fuch  to  obferve,  what 
may  be  the  efforts  of  uncultivated  genius,  connected 
with  a  true  fpirit  of  piety. — I  am  "fenfible  there  may 
A2 


VI  RECOMMENDATION. 

be  feveral  occafional  efcapes,  as  to  Her  language, 
grammar,  and  other  ornaments  of  exact  writing, 
as  well  as  fome  inftances  of  Her  country  phrafeology ; 
which,  however,  it  has  been  judged  proper  to  let 
Hand,  as  coming  from  Her  pen,  rather  than  at- 
tempt corrections  in  thofe  particulars.  Neverthe- 
lefs,  I  am  free  to  own,  that  I  have  been  greatly 
pleafed  with  Her  uniformity  of  fentiment,  the  pro- 
priety with  which  She  ufeth  words  lefs  common, 
and  the  general  fmoothnefs  of  Her  verification. 
And,  as  to  the  pious  Reader,  I  flatter  myfelf  fuch 
will  be  entertained  profitably  and  pleafantly,  with- 
out any  thing  more  being  faid,  than  that  the  whole 
jfeems  to  breath  a  true  fpirit  of  fublime  devotion, 
«.nd  the  fubjec"t.  matter  is  highly  evangelical, — A  fit 
companion  for  the  clofet  to  thofe  whofe  circumstan- 
ces in  life  do  not  admit  of  much  reading  befides 
the  bible. 

Her  modefty  alfo  has  been  fo  remarkable,  that 
the  Editor  of  the  firft  edition  with  great  difficulty 
gained  Her  confent  to  their  feeing  the  light,  with- 
out giving  Her  name,  which  he  could  not  obtain  : 
but,  as  it  is  an  indulgence  to  the  curiofiity  of  fome 
Readers  to  know  who  is  the  Writer,  in  this  fecond 
edition  She  has  gratified  her  friends,  by  drawing 
up  the  following  acroftic  :  *m 


RECOMMENDATION.  Vll 

S  hall  I  prefume  to  tell  the  world  my  name  ? — i 

U  p  to  this  hour  I  glory  in  my  fhame  ! — 

S  o  great  my  weaknefs,  that  I  boaft  of  might ; 

A  fool  in  knowledge,  yet  in  wifdom  right ; 

N  o  life,  and  yet  I  live  ;  I'm  fick,  and  well  ; 

N  ot  far  from  Heav'n,  though  on  the  brink  of  hell 

A  nd  words,  and  oaths,  and  blood  delight  me  welL 

H  ow  flrange  !  I'm  deaf,and  dumb, and  lame,  and  blind? 

A  nd  hear,  and  fee,  and  walk,  and  talk,  you  findi 

R  obb'd  of  my  deareft  Friend  I'm  truly  poor, 

R  iches  immenfe  I  always  have  in  ftore  ; 

I    'm  fed  by  mortals  ;  but,  let  mortals  know,. 

S  uch  is  my  food,  no  mortal  can  beftow  : 

O  h  !  how  I  long  to  die,  and  wifli  to  live  ! — 

N  ow,  if  you  can,  explain  th'  account  I  give. 

Upon  the  whole,  as  I  am  perfuaded  Her  chief 
defire,  by  this  publication,  is  to  affifl  the  plain  chrif- 
tian  in  maintaining,  and  making  progrefs  in  the 
divine  life  ;  fo  I  fincerely  pray,  that  the  bleffing  of 
"  The  God  of  all  Grace"  may  eminently  fucceed 
Her  well-meant  eadeavour  ! 

JOHN  CQNDER, 

HACKNEY,  MARCH   13,   1781. 


AN 

ALPHABETICAL  TABLE 

OF    THE 

FIRST    LINES. 

PAGE. 

AL  L  Glory  belongs  to  Jefus  alone,  65 

Am  I  indeed  born  from  above  ?  50 

Arife,  my  foul,  to  Jefus  fly,  79 

Attend,  my  foul,  and  trembling  hear,  20 

Awake,  my  heart,  my  foul,  arife  !  5 

Away  my  doubts,  begone  my  fear,  76 

Begone  my  worldly  cares,  away  !  4 

Behold,  He  comes,  the  Saviour  comes,  33 

Be  merciful,  O  God,  to  me,  $6 

Bring  all  the  brutifh  and  unwise  94 

By  holineis  and  watchful  care,  41 

Chaften'd  I  am  from  day  to  day  104 

Chriftian,  wouldft  thou  in  grace  excel,  46 

Come,  each  defponding,  drooping  foul,  59 

Come,  O  my  doubting  foul,  attend,  57 

Come,  view  the  field  of  love  divine,  1 1 

Condemn  me  not,  mod  gracious  God,  26 

Deceivers  will  affect  t'  appear  44 

'Gainft  Thee,  Thou  Holy,  Juft,  and  Wife,  1 15 

God  and  His  law  are  my  delight,  25 

God  of  my  days,  God  of  my  nights,  4 

Gcod  news  tftefe  bleffed  words  impart  15 

Grace  will  to  every  duty  bind,  47 

Hafte  that  delightful,  awful  day  87 

Hear  this,  ye  fav'rites  of  the  Lord,  128 

High  in  the  Heavens  doth  God  refide,  39 

How  are  my  powers  all  tun'd  to  mourn  90 

How  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  fm,  122 

How  fhould  the  morning  of  my  days  3 


TABLE.  IX 


How  fuitable  this  word  to  me,  97 

I  fear  the  God  of  Heaven  and  Earth,  23 

I  languish  for  a  fight  73 

I,  Jefus,  am  afcended  high,  120 

In  this  extreme  diilrefs  of  foul,  93 

Is  this  Thy  will,  and  mud  I  be  136 

Is  this  unpleaiing  cup  now  given  101 

Is  Jefus  evermore  the  fame  ?  1 2 

I  think  my  table  richly  fpread,.  no 

Jefus  exalts  His  fav'riles  high  1 14 

Jefus,  I  now  addrefs  Thy  throne,  127 

Jefus,  my  Advocate  and  King,  91 

Jefus,  my  Hiding  phice  Thou  art,  96 

Jefus  my  mourning  foul  doth  lead,  ic6 

Jefus,  the  Great,  the  Mighty  God,  18 

Jefus,  Thou  God  of  nations,  bend  125 

Jefus,  Thy  love  is  ftill  my  theme,  75 

Jefus,  when  I  can  fee  Thy  face,  103 

Let  all  my  anxious  cares  be  gone,  37 

Let  all  the  heavenly  hofls- .rejoice,  65 

Let  me  adore  His  bound!  efs  grace,  6 

Let  me  lie  pro-lrate  on  the  ground,  92 

Let  not  the  learned  and  the  wife  2  1 

Let  others,  wrapt  in  felf-conceit,  35 

Let  praife  employ  my  heart  and  tongue  :  1 8 

Like  Enoch  I  would  feek  to  be,  133 

Look,  O  my  foul,  within  the  veil,  1 1  8 

Look  unto  Me,  the  Saviour  cries,  36 

Lord,  can  a  helplefs  worm,  like  me,  60 

Lord,  captivate  my  every  thought,  45 

Lord,  I  confefs  my  guilt  and  fname,  61 

Lord,  is  not  this  my  own  defire,  51 

Lord,  is  it  not  my  foul's  defne  67 

Lord,  fearch  and  try  this  heart  of  mine,  19 

Lord  'tis  enough,  at  length  I  own  62 

Lord,  what  am  I  without  Thy  love  ?  53 

jfMy  God,  for  I  can  call  Thee  mine,  109 

1    My  God,  how  reftlefs  is  my  mind  !  80 

My  life  declines,  my  ftrength  is  gone,  83 

My  foul,  what  doft  thou  here  !  nl 


X  TABLE.- 

No  man  nor  angel  can  compare  74- 

No  more  of  works  I  Vainly  boaft,  63. 

Now  have  I  fpent  in  fighs  and  tears  88 

Now  let  me  from  this  world  retire,  133 

Now  let  my  faith  grow  ftrong,  and  plead  67 

Now  let  my  faith  look  through  her  fears  8 

Now  let  my  foul  adore  and  praife  131 

Now  may  the  God  of  boundlefs  grace,  1 3 

Now  {hall  my  foul  adore  the  grace  105 

Now,  whilft  I  try  my  heart,  45 

O  could  I  find  fome  peaceful  bower  1-19 

O  could  I  to  jerus'iem  p-o,  82 

Gf  rea  I  hear,  of  reft  I  Talk,  85 

Often,  Great  God,  I've  heard  of  Theey  22 

Oft  has  my  foul  in  fecret  blefs'd  29 

O  God,  how  mournful  is  my  cafe  !  99 

O  happy  fouls  that  love  the  Lord,  13 

O  let  Jehovah's  libVal  hand  121 

O  let  me  lay  my  anger  by  ,^53 

O  foul-reviving  word,  38 

O  Thou,  who-  fnmTc  in  bright  abode,  2 

O  what  a  vain  and  empty  world  is  this  !  86 

Rapid  my  days  and  months  run  on,  _   1 

R.emcmber  me,  Thou  great  I  Am,  134 

Riches  immenfe  are  in  Thy  hand,  J  6 

Salvation's  work  is  done,  32 

Say,,  is  this  wild,  corrupted  nation  123 

Shew  me  the  foul  to  doubts  expos'd  15 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys,  3 12 

Thee  will  I  love,  ray  deareft  Lord,  75 

The  Lord  of  Lords,  and  King  of  Kings  -J  13 

The  rain  defcends,  the  tempeiis  rife,  33 

The  Tri-une  God  above,  31 

Thine  anger,  Lord,  how  fhort  the  ftay,  58 

This  bleffing,  Lord,  to  me  impart  40 

This  promife  is  to  finners  made,  49 

This  wretched  heart  will  ftill  backflide,  54 

Thou  art  acquainted  with  my  heart,  60  ' 

Though  I  of  finners  am  the  chief,  107 

Thou  God  of  Juft'lce  and  of  grace*  2  7 


TABLE.  XI 

^Tis  my  Beloved's  awful  voice  ;  132 

"To  God  I'd  feek  in  each  diftrefs  100 

'To  Him  that  brought  falvation  nigh  32 

To  Him,  to  Him  whofe  love  hath  wrought  17 

To  Thee,  again  my  gracious  God,  126 

To  Thee,  my  God,  I  make  my  moan,  98 

^To  us,  to  us  a  Child  is. born,  7 

Tremble,  my  foul,  fall  down  before  3° 

Turn,  O  my  foul,  from  Mofes  turn,  35 

Unfertile,  intricate,  and  ltrange,  7° 

Well  may  I  groan  beneath  Thy  ftroke  28 

What  ails  this  vile,  deceitful  heart  ?  72 

When  will  my  fweet  releafe  be  fign'd,  84 

Where  is  the  underftanding  heart  40 

Where  fhall  I  go  but  to  my  Lord,  81 

Who  is  this  heavenly  perfon,  who  78 

Why  does  this  room  io  often  prove  130 

Why,  Jonah,  does  thine  anger  rife  ?  69 

Why,  O  my  foul,  thefe' gloomy  fears  i  64 

Why  fhould  the  dread  of  fmful  man  42 

Why  thus  caft  down,  my  foul  ?  102 

Will  God  be  men.iful  to  me,  $$ 

Without  the  aid  of  fovereign  grace ,  127 

Ye  highly  favor'd,  who  profefs  52 

m  e  b  1  t  k   r  1  o  m  s. 

TB'it  why,  my  foal,  fo  much  difpos'd  to  grieve  I       145 

-Come,  Jefus,  Thoa  Defire  of  Nations,  come  !  163 
How  adive,  O  how  num'rous  are  my  thoughts !      161 

How  did  the  heavenly  multitude  rejoice  137 

I  thank  Thee,  O  my  Father  and  my  God,  140 

O  bleffed  words,  and  welcome  to  my  foul !  160 
O  folemn  thought!    Weak  man  is  born  to  die ;        141 

The  time  is  fhort :  how  awful  is  the  found  !  143 

Thus  the  apoftles  pray'd  :  and,  O  my  foul,  159 

Up  to  thJ  eternal  hills  I  lift  my  eyes,  15  5 

What  manly  courage,  what  undaunted  zeal  157 

"While  I  am  calPd  to  reafon,  Lord,  with  Thee,  349 
Who  would  not  fear  Thee?  O  Thou  King  of  Saints  ?  153 


Xlt  T    A    B     L    E. 

Why  am  I  not  confign'd  to  endlefs  woe  ?  i  39! 

Why,  fin,  haft  thou  deprav'd  my  nature  thus  ?  147 
With  Thee,  Thou  great  I  Am,  Thou  Juftand  Wife,  155 

SUPPLEMENT. 

behold  the  man  !  how  humble  is  his  mind  !  176 

But  why  did  Martha  take  this  load  174 

Chriftian,  examine  well  thy  mind  ;  172 

Did  Jofhua  folemnly  record  178 

How  welcome  is  this  news  167 

Is  God  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ?  171 

Jefus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord,  173 

Lord,  help  me  to  come  near  thy  feat,  186 

Lord,  I'm  a  faint,  a  feeble  worm,  169 

Lord,  in  Thy  mercy  I  rejoice,  165 

Madam,  I  now  return  your  little  book,  180 

O  what  are  all  the  beft  defigns  185 

Take  courage,  O  my  foul !  afid  reft  166 

Thanks  to  Thy  name,  Thou  God  of  love,  168 

The  garment  that  you  gave  me  I  admire,  ijc 

The  law  of  God  is  Juft,  170 

'iShus  Ruth  receiv'd  the  kindnefs  of  her  friend,  18' 

5Tis  with  a  grateful  view  I  now  retire,  1 8 

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>*'■   - 


SONGS 

I    N 

THE      NIGHT. 

I. 

KEW-YEAR. 

S   TJ  APID  my  days  and  months  run  on, 
J\.   How  foon  another  year  is  gone  ! 
How  fwift  my  golden  moments  roll, 
How  much  neglected  by.  my  foul  S 

2  Let  me  begin  with  holy  fear 

This  new,  this  fleeting,  flying  year  ; 
Too  many  unimprov'd  have  pa-fs'd. 
This  year,  perhaps,  may  be  my  laft. 

3  Give  me,  Great  God,  an  heart  to  pray  5 
Let  all  old  things  be  done  away  ; 
Give  me  new  ftrength  to  conquer  fm3 
And  plant  new  holinefs  within. 

4  I  afk  new  wifdom  for  this  year, 
New  fitnefs  for  my  trials  here  5 
Of  every  grace  a  richer  (lore, 
My  God  to  love  and  honor  more; 

5  -This  year,  O  fheath  war's  direful  fword  ! 

Let  every  nation  ferve  the  Lord  3 
Vifit  Thy  church,  and  may  fire  bear 
Much  glorious  fruit  this  bleHed  year, 

B 


SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT, 


I  I. 

TAST-DAY,    FEB.    27,     I  778. 

1  O  TH0U» who  fhin,ft  in  brIsht  abode* 

V_/   Ineffable  In  glory, God ! 

Angels  Thy  Majefty  adore, 
And  devils  tremble  at  Thy  power. 

2  O  Thou,  mod  holy,  wife,  fupreme, 
Juft  to  revenge,  ftrong  to  redeem  ! 
Enlarge  our  hearts  before  Thy  throne, 
While  o'er  a  guilty  land  we  mourn. 

3  A  land  of  violence  and  ftrife, 
Regardlefs  of  a  peaceful  life  ; 

A  land  whofe  guilt  for  vengeance  cries, 
Full  of  oppreffion,  vice,  ajn'd  lies, 

4  0  Thou,  whofe  condefcending  grace 
Shines  glorious  in  a  Saviour's  Face, 
Now,  for  His  fake,  bow  down  Thine  ear* 
Avert  the  Judgments  that  we  fear. 

5  O  Thou,  whofe  goodnefs  we've  abus'dj 
Whofe  love  and  mercy  we've  refus'd, 
Guilty  before  Thy  face  we  ftand, 
And  aik  forgivenefs  at  Thine  hand. 

6  O  Thou  whofe  wifdom's  all  divine  ; 
No  counfel  ftands  fo  firm  as  Thine  ; 
Thou  God  of  order  and  of  peace 
Command  this  dreadful  war  to  ceafq. 

7  Bring  the  contending  parties  near, 
And  reconcile  us  in  Thy  fear  ; 
That  we  may  yet  fecurely  reft, 

A  nation  by  Jehovah  bleft. 


S0N6S    IN    THE   NIGHT. 


I   I  1 


A    MORNING     HYMN. 


In  ike  morning  will  1  dirctt  my  prayer  unto  Thee,  and  will 
lock  up—?s.  v.  3. 

1  T  T  OW  mould  the  morning  of  my  days 
JLJl   Be  fpent  in  humble  prayer  and  praife, 
To  Him  who  gave  me  life  and  breath, 
And  ftill  preferves  my  foul  from  death. 

2  God  has  from  ileep  reftor'd  my  fight, 
I'll  praife  Him  for  the  morning  light; 
For  His  protecting  grace  I'll  pray, 
To  guard  and  keep  me  all  the  day. 

3  I'll  flill  refolve  to  feek  His  face, 
And  praife  Kim  for  redeeming  grace ; 
I  love  His  name,  I  love  His  word, 

I  love  to  commune  with  the  Lord. 

4  Up  to  His  throne  I'll  lift  my  eyes, 
He  will  regard  my  early  cries  : 
He  will  not  frown  my  foul  away, 
He  loves  to  hear  His  children  pray. 

5  To  Him  I'll  dedicate  my  days, 
Then  fhall  I  profper  in  my  ways : 
And  whilft  my  calling  I  purfue 
His  praife  mall  terminate  my  view. 

f>  O  may  His  condefcending  love 
Still  draw  my  heart  to  things  above  ; 
That  I  among  His  faints  may  know 
The  joys  of  Heav'n  begun  below. 


SONCS   IN    THE   N1C1IT, 


1  V. 

AN     EVENING     HYMN. 

Send  out  Thy  light  and  Thy  trutk.-—ps,  xliii.  3, 

1  f~y  OD  of  my  days,  God  of  my  nights, 
VJJ"   Source  of  my  foul's  fupreme  delights. 
Come,  manifcft  Thy  love  to  me, 

And  let  me  clofe  this  day  with  Thee. 

2  Nearnefs  to  Chrift  I  fain  would  find, 

0  let  not  diftance  vex  my  mind  : 

1  long  to  know  my  fins  forgiven, 

To  converfe  with  the  God  of  Heaven. 

3  Send,  Source  of  Light,  fome  cheering  ray 
To  turn  my  darknefs  into  day  ; 

I  mourn,  and  think  Thy  abfence  long, 
O  liften  to  my  evening,  fong-.' 

4  Command  my  blindnefs  to  depart; 
Still  keep  me  from  a  carelefs  heait : 
Lord  captivate  each  vain'defire, 
And  raife  thefe  vile  affections  higher. 

5  O  let  the  mercies  of  this  day 
Teach  me  to  praife  as  well  as  pray : 
Now  take,  my  foul,  on  Jems'  breaft, 
Thy  fefeft,  fweeteft,  fureA  reft. 


B 


EGONE  my  worldly  cares,  away  ! 
Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  fight  3 


SONGS   IN  THE   NIGHT, 


Let  me  begin  th'  enfuing  day 
Before  I  end  this  night. 

2  Yes,  let  the  work  of  prayer  and  praife 

Employ  my  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Begin  my  foul ! — Thy  fabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 

3  Let  the  paft  mercies  of  the  week 

Excite  a  grateful  frame  : 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refufe  to  fpeak 
Some  good  of  Jems'  name. 

4  Jefus  ! — How  pleafmg  is  the  found  t 

How  worthy  of  my  love  ! — 
Why  is  my  heart  fo  lifelefs  found  ; 
Why  plac'd  no  more  above  ? 

5  Forgive  my  dulnefs,  deareft  Lord, 

And  quicken  all  my  powers  ; 

Prepare  me  to  attend  Thy  word, 

T'  improve  the  facred  hours. 

6  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 

My  hopes  to  heaven  afcend  : 

I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 

With  Thee  the  day  to  fpend. 

— >ex>fN-e* — 

v  I. 
lord's  day  morning. 


I      A   W  A  K  E  my  heart !  my  foul,  arife  ! 
JLjL  This  is  the  day  believers  prize  ; 
Improve  this  fabbath  then  with  care  : 
Another  may  not  be  thy  (hare. 
B    2 


SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT. 


2  O  folemn  thought !— 'Lord  give  me  pow'r 
Wifely  to  fill  up  every  hour  : 

O  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love 
To  bear  my  heart  and  foul  above  I 

3  Jefus,  aflift,  nor  let  me  fail 

To  worfhip  thee  within  the  veil ; 
To  glorify  Thy  matchlefs  grace, 
To  fee  the  beauties  of  Thy  face. 

4  Go  with  me  to  Thy  houfe  to-day, 
And  tune  my  heart  to  praife  and  pray ; 
Like  dew  command  Thy  word  to  fall> 
Refrefbing,  quick'ning,  faving  all. 

5  Call  forth  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  rove 
O'er  the  green  paftures  of  Thy  love  5 

O  let  not  iin  prevent  my  reft, 

Nor  keep  me  from  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

0  Give  to  Thy  church  a  large  increafe. 
Send   her  profperity  and  peace  ; 
May  all  the  faints  in  Zion  fay, 
O  happy*  happy,  happy  day  I 


— >€>%>©< — 

v  1  1. 

lord's-day  evening. 

1    X     E  T  me  adore  His  boundlefs  grace: 
JL4     His  condefcenfion,  and  His  love  : 
Which  taught  my  foul  to  feek  His  face, 
And  drew  my  heart  to  things  above* 


SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT, 


2  Fain  would  I  fing,  and  praife  the  Lord, 

Oft  has  He  blefs'd  me  in  His  houfe  ; 
Fain  would  I  live  upon  His  word, 
And  keep  my  oft-repeated  vows. 

3  Yet  would  I  mourn,  with  confcious  fhame, 

What  fin  my  holieft  duties  ftain  : 
My  beft  performances  are  lame, 

And  all  without  the  atonement  vain. 

4  Chrift's  righteoufnefs  alone  I  plead, 

And  caft  my  offerings  at  His  feet  ;. 
His  merits  muft  for  me  fucceed, 

Through  Him  acceptance  I  fhall  meet. 

5  Thanks  to  His  name,  His  cov'nant  love 

Remains  unalterably  ftrong  : 
I  fhall  His  great  falvation  prove, 
He,  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  fong, 

6  My  heart  is  now  His  bleft  abode, 

T  love  His  ways,  His  name  revere  j 
Soon  fhall  I  mount  the  hill  of  God, 
To  fpend  an  endlefs  fabbath  there. 

TT^VfiW* — 

VIII. 

Unto  us  a  Child  is  born,  unto  us  a  Son  is  given,  and  the  gov- 
ernment shall  be  upon  his  shoulder  :  and  His  name  shall 
be  called  Wonderful,  Counsellor,  the  Mighty  God,  the  Ever- 
lasting  Father ',  the  Prince  0/ Peace. —  isa.  ix.  6. 

5   rr-i  O  us,  to  us  a  Child  is  born, 

X     Arife  and  hail  the  glorious  morn ! 


8  SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT, 


Come,  let  us  praife  the  God  of  Heav'n, 
To  us,  to  us  a  Son  is  giv'n  ! 

2  To  us,  the  guilty  race  of  man, 
He  comes ! — an  Infant  of  a  fpan  • 
O  let  us  fmg  His  wond'rous  love, 
Which  brings  falvation  from  above, 

3  He  comes,  all  potent,  to  fuftain 
In  government  an  endlefs  name. 
Sinners,  rejoice  and  fpread  His  fame, 
In  Counsel  Wonderful  His  name. 

4  The  Mighty  God — The  Prince  of  Peace, 
Whofe  kingdom  never  (hall  decreafe  : 

The  Everlasting  Father's  come — 

How  ftrange  ! — A  fervant — from  the  womb  ! 

5  With  angels  let  our  fouls  adore 

The  Virgin's  Son — the  Prince  of  Power ; 
Jefus  !  with  praife  infpire  our  tongues, 
And  then  aecept  our  grateful  fongs. 

6  All  praife  to  God  for  grace  divine ! 
The  hymn  let  faints  and  feraphs  join  ; 
Let  Heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring 
While  we  adore  our  new-born  King. 


i  x. 

THOUGHTS    AT    THE     LORd's-TAELE. 

i  VT"OW  let  my  faith  look  through  ker  fears 
JlN       And  view  my  deareft  Lord, 
Groaning  in  agonies  and  tears, 
That  I  might  be  reftor'd, 


SONGS   IN   THE    NIGHT. 


2  Methinks  I  fee  the  thorny  bands 

That  tore  His  facred  head, 
His  pierced  fide,  His  wounded  hands, 
With  blood  His  vefture  red. 

3  'Tis  with  a  melting  heart  I  view 

His  body  broke  for  fin  ; 
That  murderer  my  Saviour  flew,. 
And  put  His  foul  to'  pain. 

4  For  crimes  and  vices  not  His  own 

A  facrifice  He  fell  ; 
For  me,  vile  rebel,  to  atone, 
He  bore  the  pangs  of  hell ! 

5  For  me  His  table  noyr  is  fpread 

And  each  believing  gueft, 
Richly  fet  forth  with  living  bread, 
And  wins  of  truth  and  grace.. 

$  Here  peace  and  pardon  fweetly  flow  ,z 
O  what  delightful  food  ! 
Here  is  a  balm  for  all  my  woe, 
With  every  needful  good.. 

7  Here  is  a  righteoufnefs  divine,. 
And  fin  fubduing  grace  ; 
Here  every  bleffing  meet  and  fhine 
In.  my  Redeemer's  face. 

%  Each  was  the  purchafe  of  His  blood,. 
For  linners  fuch  as  me  : 
All  glory  to  my  dying  God 
For  grace  fo  rich  and  free. 


J©  SONGS    IN   THE  NIGHT. 


9  'Twas  His  own  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 
'Twas  love  that  made  Him  die  ; 
His  love  hath  made  my  foul  a  gueft, 
And  rais'd  my  thoughts  on  high. 

10  Jefus,  I  blefs  Thy  facred  name 
For  favours  fo  divine  : 
All  that  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 
Shall  be  for  ever  Thine. 


Now   the   Cod  of  hope  Jill  you  7oith  all  joy    and  peace  in 
believing. ---ROM.  xv.  13. 

i  VTOW  may  the  God  of  boundlefs  grace 
x\l       The  God  of  hope  and  love, 
Till  each  believing  foul  with  peace,. 
And  every  doubt  remove. 

?  Let  the  bright  views  of  Jefus  raife 
Our  fongs  divinely  high  ; 
And,  while  our  tongues  repeat  His  praife, 
Let  grief  ftand  filent  by. 

3  Rejoice,  ye  fons  of  God,  rejoice, 

And  doubt  His  love  no  more  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice. 
And  His  rich  grace  adore. 

4  Reft  on  His  word,  for  ever  reft 

And  glory  in  His  name  ; 
He'll  clothe  the  troublers  of  your  bread 
With  everlafting  ihame. 


SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT*  It 


5  Beneath  your  feet  He'll  ftiortly  tread 

The  fubtle  Tempter  down  ; 
'Gainft  you  no  weapon  fhall  fucceed 
While  Jefus  wears  the  crown. 

6  Your  hope  and  truft  He'll  ne'er  deceive? 

Raiie,  raife  your  voices  higher  ; 
O  happy  fouls,  who  thus  believe  ! 
He'll  grant  your  whole  defire. 

— x©-»fj$x2* — 

x  i. 

Herein  is  love. —  i  john  iv.  io. 

1  /^VOME,  view  the  field  of  love  divine, 
V>     Where  I  delight  to  rove  and  glean, 
How  pleafant  to  this  foul  of  mine  ! 

What  fpices  blow — what  joys  are  feen  I 

2  I'm  loft  in  admiration  here, 

Is  this  the  garden  of  my  God  ? 
What  fragrant  balm  is  that  fo  near  ? 
'Tis  pardon  fprinkled  with  rich  blood. 

3  Is  this  the  manner  of  His  love  ? 

Did  He,  to  fcreen  my  guilty  head, 
Leave  thofe  celeftial  joys  above, 
To  fuffer  vengeance  in  my  ftead  ? 

4  Methinks  I  fee  the  dreadful  fword 

Plung'd  in  His  body  on  the  tree  ; 
But  why,  O  why,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Why  this  extreme  expence  for  me  ? 

5  Why  this  excruciating  pain  ? 

Why  wilt  Thou  fuffer,  bleed,  and  die  ? 


IS.  SON<JS   IN   THE   NIGHT, 


Why  part  with  blood  from  every  rein 
To  fave  a  wretch  fo  vile  as  I  ? 

6  O  let  my  foul  adoring  bend, 

Here  is  profound,  ftupendous  love, 
Too  vaft  for  me  to  comprehend, 
Too  vaft  for  all  the  faints  above. 

7  Yet  I  would  fain  more  fully  know, 

That  Thou  art  mine,  more  clearly  fee  ; 
By  faith  engrafted,  let  me  grow, 
Thou  Root  and  Spring  of  Life,  like  Thee. 

8  Make  me  a  plant  of  Thy  right  hand, 

Thy  full  falvation  let  me  prove  ; 
In  paradife  I  then  (hall  ftand, 
And  live  forever  in  Thy  love. 


x  I  I. 

Jesus  Christ,   the   same  yesterday,  and  to-day,  and  'fit* 

zver. —  ii  eb.  xiii.  8. 

i   T  S  Jefus  evermore  the  fame  ? 

X   Leah  then,  my  foul,  upon  His  name ; 
O  bid' thine  unbelief  be  gone, 
And  learn  to  live  by  faith  alone. 

2  View  his  unchanging  mercy  here, 
Jefus  the  fame  from  year  to  year  ; 
From  age  to  age  enduring  flill, 

The  fame  in, goodnefs,  power,  and  fkiil. 

3  His  pity  faw  th'  expiring  thief, 

And  chang'd  for  endlefs  life  his  grief : 
His  grace  is  now  as  rich  and  free 
As  when  He  hung  upon  the  tree* 


SONGS  IN   THE  NIGHT.  l£ 


4  Still  His  companion  is  the  fame 

To  all  that  love  and  fear  His  name  ; 
Stronger  than  death  His  tiuths  abide. 
And  none  can  turn  His  love  afide. 

5  No  time  can  alter  His  decrees, 
Nor  change  His  precious  promifes  i 

His  word  fhall  {land  through  endlefs  day* 
When  >Heaven  and  Earth  are  pafs'd  away, 

6  But  O  how  weak  my  faith  appears, 
How  prone  to  yield  to  doubts  and  fears  \ 
Miftruftmg  when  I'm  chang'd  in  frame, 
That  Jefus  is  not  ftill  the  fame  ! 

7  Why  do  I  aft  fo  vile  a  part, 

And  grieve  my  dear  Redeemer's  heart  I 
Eftablifh,  Lord,  my  waVring  mind, 
And  keep  my  unbelief  confin'd. 

8  O  help  my  faith  to  foar  above, 
To  reft  in  Thine  unchanging  love ; 
Thy  fakhfulnefs  I  now  adore, 

Ne'er  would  I.  grieve  my  Saviour  more, 

XIII. 

/  love  t/iem  that  love  Me,  and  those  that  stek  Me  early  shall 
find  Me.—FROV.  viii.  ij. 

t   f\  HAPPY  fouls  that  love  the  Lord, 
V-/      He  will  return  you  love  for  love  % 
All  needful  grace  he  will  afford 
To  fuch  as  feek  the  joys  above* 
C 


*4  SONGS   IN"  TII£   NIGHT, 


t  They  Jn  his  kind  protection  fhare, 

He  is  their  Father  and  their  Friend> 
Jefus  will  foften  all  their  care, 
And  help  in  every  trouble  fend. 

3  He  views  their  graces  with  delight, 

He  ftands  engag'd  to  do  them  good ; 
Their  fouls  are  precious  in  His  fight, 
Bought  with  the  price  of  His  rich  blood* 

4  Who  would  not  ferve  fo  kind  a  God  ? 

Who  would  not  learn  to  truft  His  name  ? 
Who  would  not  tremble  at  his  rod, 
x      And  fly  to  hide  them  near  the  Lamb  ? 

5  O  come  and  tafte  His  matchlefs  love, 

Ye  young  in  years  come  feek  the  Lord  ? 
Afk,  now,  for  wifdom  from  above, 
And  God  your  wifhes  will  regard. 

6  Your  early  cries  mail  pleafe  Him  well9 

O  let  not  fin  your  fouls  enfnare  ;. 
Come,  ftiun  the  paths  of  death  and  hell, 
-  Religion's  nobleft  pleafures  mare* 

7  Jefus  is  worthy  of  your  love, 

O  let  Him  have  your  first  regard  ; 
Nor  let  your  youthful  paffions  rove 
Till  you  can  fay,  you  love  the  Lord. 

8  So  mall  your  growing  years  be  bleft, 

The  church  ihall  over  you  rejoice, 
Jefus  himfelf  ihall  be  your  reft, 
While  angels  .glory  in  your  cho> 


SONGS    IN    THE    NIGHT.  I5 


X  I  V. 


Unto  yen  thai  far  My  name,  shall  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
crisc  xv itk  healing  in  His  zoings. 

MAL.  iv.  2. 

1  jT^  OOD  news  thefe  bleiTed  words  impart 
Vjr   To  every  humble,  trembling  heart  j 
Good  news  to  all  that  fear  the  Lord, 

To7  all  that  truft  His  facredword. 

2  Tidings  of  health,  of  peace,  of  joy, 
To  thofe  whom  Satan's  darts  annoy : 

0  let  my  foul  this  news  embrace, 
And  wait  the  coming  of  His  grace  I 

3  Jefus,  the  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 
Will  rife  and  fcatter  my  diftrefs  : 

1  fnall  behold  the  King  of  Kings, 

With  health  bright  beaming  from  His  wings, 


4  One  fmile  from  Him,  like  noon's  difplay, 
Shall  turn  my  darknefs  into  day  ; 

One  look  of  love  from  Him  mail  raife 
My  doubts  to  faith,  my  prayer  to  praife, 

5  He  will  arife,  my  fears  affuage, 
And  fhine  in  fpite  of  Satan's  rage  : 
Soon  fhall  I  fee  the  glorious  Son, 
And  fmg  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

— Ke^-ex — 

X  v. 

Ask,  What  I  shall  give  thee. — 1  kings  iii.  $, 


•s 


HEW  me  the  foul  to  doubts  expos'd, 
(To  fuch  this  qneftfon  is  propos'd) 


1b  SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT, 


Afk,  faith  the  Lord,  and  let  Me  know 
What  I  fhall  now  on  thee  beftow. 

2  Say,  what  thy  wants,  and  what  thy  wos*  ? 
Doft  thou  in  Me  thy  truft  repofe  : 
Art  thou  my  friend,  fincerely  true  ? 
Speak— for  thy  fprings  of  thought  I  view. 

j  Art  thou  to  ferioufnefs  inclined  ? 
Afk  and  I'll  folemnize  thy  mind. 
Doft  thou  want  love  to  Jefus'  name  ? 
Afk,  and  His  matchlefs  love  proclaim. 

4  Doft  thou  want  peace  and  pardon  feaPd  ? 
Aik,  for  they  wait  to  be  reveaPd. 
Doft  thou  want  faith  and  holy  fear  ? 
Afk,  and  behold  the  bleflings  near. 

^5  Doft  thou  want  ftrength  'gainft  fin  to  fight 
Afk,  and  I'll  make  thee  ftrong  in  might. 
Doft  thou  want  light  and  life  divine  ? 
Afk,  and  eternal  life  is  thine. 

6  Wilt  thou  be  made  completely  whole  £ 
Afk,  and  I'll  renovate  thy  foul, 
This  inftant  afk,  arife,  and  pray, 
Nor  lofe  i'uch  bleflings  by  delay. 


» 


XVI. 

But  my  God  shall  supply  all  your  need  according' to  His  riches 
in  glory,  by  Christ  Jesus. —  villi.,  iv.  19. 

ICHES  immenfe  are  in  Thy  hand, 
Thou  God  in  whom  I  truft, 
In  whom  I  live,  by  whom  I  ftand, 
Moil  holy,  wife,  and  juft. 


SONCS  IN   THE   NIGHT.  IJ 


t  0  how  extenfive  Is  Thy  grace, 
How  rich,  how  full,  how  free  ! 
The  needy  Thou  delight'ft  to  raife, 
I'll  tell  my  wants  to  Thee. 

3  I  want  to  fear  Thy  facred  name, 

I  want  to  love  Thee  more  ; 
I  want  to  feel  that  heav'nly  flame 
Which  I  have  felt  before. 

4  I  want  to  know  myfelf  aright* 

To  hear  what  Jefus  faith  ; 
I  want  repentance  in  Thy  fight* 
I  want  a  ftronger  £uth. 

5  I  want  to  have  my  foul  refign'd 

Submiffive  to  Thy  will  ; 
I  want  a  meek,  an  Irumble  mind  s 
I  want  my  wants  to  feeL 

6  I  want  a  chafte  and  fmgle  eye  : 

Thy  gracious  ear  incline  ; 
From  fulnefs  infinite  fuppiy 
This  empty  foul  of  mine. 

y  Through  Jefus  let  thefe  bleffings  hW* 
He  bought  them  with  His  blood  f 
Kow  let  a  worthlefs  finner  know 
Thy  promifes  made  good, 

— >e<@-ex — 

XVII. 

j   *"T^  O  Him,  to  Him  whofe  love  hath  wrought 
X   More  than  I  ever  afk'd  or  thought  j 
To  him  my  powers  afpire  to  raife 
A  grateful  fong  of  humble  pfaife. 
C2 


l8  SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT, 


2  'Twas  He  that  fought  me  from  above, 
When  quite  a  ftranger  to  His  love  ; 
When  ruining  blindfold  down  to  Hell, 
He  faw  and  caught  me  as  I  fell. 

3  To  Him,  to  Him  be  glory  giv'n 

Who  taught  my  foul  the  way  to  Heav'n  j 
To  Him  be  praife,  through  endlefs  day, 
Who  guides  and  keeps  me  in  the  way. 

4  Praife  Him,  ye  angels  round  the  throne, 
Whofe  blood  did  for  my  fins  atone  ; 
He  is  your  glory  and  your  boaft, 
Priafe  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

XVI    1   I . 

ET  praife  employ  my  heart  and  tongue  : 
Let  grace,  free  grace,  be  all  my  fong, 
While  life  and  breath  remains  : 
In  this  fweet  work  I  love  t'  engage, 
And  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Hi  fmg  in  nobler  drains. 

— >e><?|^<£><~ * 

X  I  X. 

Learn  of  Mey  for  1  am  meek  and  lowly  in  heart. 
matt.  xi.  29. 

x    YFSUS,  the  Great,  the  Mighty  God, 
3      A  Man  of  Griefs  became  ; 
In  paths  of  meeknefs  here  He  trod. 
And  bore  the  fmner's  fhame. 


SONGS   IN    THE    IS  1GJIT, 


2  Humility,  how  bright  it  fhin'd 

In  every  act.  He  wrought : 
What  lowlinefs  of  heart  and  mind 
Appeared  in  all  He  taught, 

3  Love  to  the  human  fallen  race 

Glow'd  in  His  tender  breaft  : 
For  man  He  yielded  to  difgrace, 
Forfaken  and  diftreft. 

4  Led  as  a  lamb  to  meet  the  fword, 

He  bow'd  beneath  the  ftroke  ; 
Not  one  revengeful,  angry  word 
The  dear  Redeemer  ipoke. 

5  O  may  His  meeknefs  be  my  guide, 

The  pattern  I  purfue  ; 
How  can  I  bear  revenge  or  pride 
With  Jefus  in  my  view  ? 

— •oifl**2* — 
x  x. 

Pride gocih  before  destruction.--?  ROV  .  xvi.  j8. 

i   *F     ORD,  fearch  and  try  this  heart  of  mine, 
JLl      Put  every  fin  to  death  : 
I  long  to  fee  my  pride  refign 
Its  penitential  breath. 

2  I  dread  its  power,  I  hate  its  name, 
'    Its  fad  effects' I' fear  : 
Extinguiih,  Lord,  this  dang'rous  flame, 

Nor  let  one  fpark  appear. 

3  Hide  it  for  ever  from  mine  eyes, 

Its  helliih  rage  controul ; 


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Left  wrath  definitive  from  the  fki&s 
Cpnfumc  my  guilty  foul. 

4  In  duft  and  afhes  I  would  lie, 

As  lefs,  as  worfe  than  nought, 
And  mourn  that  fuch  a  wretch  as  I 
Should  have  one   haughty  thought, 

5  Form,  Lord,  each  motion  of  my  heart 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 
In  Thee  the  humble  foul  has  parta 
My  breaft  let  meeknefs  fill. 

— *&$*& — 

XX  1* 

If  ye  will  not  believe,  surely  ye  shall  not  be  established, 
isa.  vii.  9. 

1  A    TTENDmy  foul,  and  trembling  hear* 
JLA.   This  awful  truth  demands  your  fear ; 
Perfifting  ftill  to  difbelieve, 

No  hope  nor  grace  can  you  receive. 

2  Attend  to  what  th'  Eternal  faith,. 
And  pray  inceifantly  for  faith  ; 
Left,  in  an  awful,  haft'ning  hour, 
You  fall  to  be  reftor'd  no  more. 

3  Pray  for  that  faith  which  ftands  fincere, 
Which  drives  till  death  to  perfevere  ; 
That  faith  which  treads  the  Tempter  down, 
Which  apprehends  the  heavenly  crown. 

4  That  faith  which  gladdens  all  the  heart, 
Cleaning  the  foul  through  every  part ; 
That  faith  which  ju (lilies,  which  draws 
The  will  t*  obey  Jehovah's  laws. 


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5  That  faith  which  works  infpir'd  by  love, 
Shed  by  the  Spirit  from  above  ; 

That  faith  which  can  the  crofs  fuftain, 
And  fing  in  poverty  and  pain. 

6  Faith  which  can  Satan's  fchemes  deltroy,. 
And  fill  the  foul  with  conftaut  joy, 
Which  fees  its  path  in  darkeft  night, 
And  keeps  the  heav'nly  port  in  fight. 

7  O  precious  faith  ! — May  I  be  found 
EftabliuYd  on  its  happy  ground  : 
Inftruct  me,  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  build  me  up  in  faith  and  love* 

8  .Then  let  the  rifmg  billows  roll, 

Faith  is  the  anchor  of  my  foul  ; 

I'm  well  fecar'd  on  every  fide, 

Fix'd  firm  in  Chrift,  my  Rock,  my  Guide, 


x  x  1 1 . 

Thus  saitk  the  Lord  j — Let  not  the  wist  man  glory,  in  his 
wisdom,  neither  let  the  mighty  man  glory  in  his  might  ; 
let  not  the  rich  man  glory  in  his  riches,  but  let  him  that 
glorietk,  glory  in  this,  that  he  under standeth  and  knGwetk 
Me,  that  1  am  the  Lord. — jer.  ix.  23,  24. 

1  ET  not  the  learned  and  the  wife, 
JL-J      Extol  the  wifdom  of  their  minds, 
'Tis  folly  in  Jehovah's  eyes, 

Whofe  wifdom  in  perfection  mines. 

2  Let  not  the  noble  and  the  ftrong, 

Prefume  to  boaft  their  borrow'd  might, 


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Left  God,  to  whom  all  power  belong, 

Their  llubbora  joints  with  weaknefs  fmltc* 

3  Let  not  the  rich  in  pride  grow  bold, 

Or  glory  in  their  fading  (tore  ; 
Left  God  in  anger  ctirfe  their  gold,. 
And  make  their  fouls  forever  poor. 

4  Thus  faith  the  Lord  of  all  below, — 

"  Let  no  one  boaft  before  my  throne*. 

"  Except  in  this — He's  taught  to  know 

"  That  I  am  God,  and  God  alone  !"" 

5  Make  this  your  glorying  in  His  fight, 

That  by  His  teaching  you  can  trace 
The  things  in  which  His  thoughts  delight,. 
His  truth,  His  juftice,  and  His  grace. 

6  To  Him  your  impotence  confefs, 

Mourn  and  lament  your  daily  wrongs  : 
And  make  His  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs 
Your  frequent  and  your  joyful  fongs. 


i 


[  l  have  heard  of  Tkee  by  the  hearing  of  the  ear,  bat  now  mine 

eye  seet'i  Thee  ;  wherefore  J  abhor  myfelf,  and  repent  in 

dust  and  ashes.—.]  ob.  xlii.  5,  6. 

1    /^X  F  T  E  N,  Great  God,  I've  heard  of  Thee, 
vJ'        As  righteous,  juft,  and  wife  ; 
But  now  Thy  holinefs  I  fee, 
And  fink  in  deep  furprifc. 
a  My  foul  with  reverence  adore, 
Hgw  awful  is  the  fight ! 


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Let  me  prefume  to  fpeak  no  -more 
Of  excellence  fo  bright. 

3  Ten  thoufand  tongues  in  vain  pretend 

To  tell  what  Thou  haft  wrought ; 
God  and  His  glorious  works  tranfcend 
The  utmoft  reach  of  thought. 

4  Loft  in  the  fearch,  overwhelmed  with  fhame 

My  conduct  I  review. : 
And  felf-abhor'd,  through  Jefus'  name, 
For  pardon  humbly  fue. 

5  My  fad  impatience  I  lament  5 

How  dare  I  to  complain  ! 
O  could  I  fcreen  my  difcontent, 
Or  call  it  back  again  ! 

6  How  could  a  fmful  wretch  prefume 

To  murmur  and  repine  : 
How  juftly,  Lord,  might  Thou  confume 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine  ! 

7  Afham'd,  I  loath  myfelf  in  dtift, 

Unholy  and  unclean  : 
Thou,  Lord,  alone  art  good  and  juft, 
O  pardon  all  my  fin. 

■ — <^m\<z> — 

XXIV. 

IV hat  man  is  he  that  fevrclh  the  l.ordf—luin  shall  He  _zach 
the  xvay  that  He  shall  cheese.  —  v  s„  xxv.  12. 

FEAR  the  God  of  Heaven  and  Earth, 
All  fmful  ways  my  foul  reiufe  ; 


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I  fain  would  tread  the  narrow  path, 
Lord,  teach  me  in  the  way  I  chufe. 

3  I  chufe  the  way  that  leads  to  God, 
The  way  of  holinefs  and  love ; 
The  way  of  faith  in  Jefus'  blood, 
Mark'd  and  appointed  from  above. 

3  The  prophets  trod  this  holy  ground, 

This  is  the  road  believers  go  : 
Th*  apoftles  in  this  way  were  found, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  tread  it  too. 

4  My  weaknefs  urges  me  to  pray  ; 

Lord  guide  my  fteps,  my  path  make  plain, 
Conduct  me  in  the  heavenly  'way, 
Nor  let  me  fupplicate  in  vain. 

5  Now  in  the  (trength  of  God  I'll  go, 

In  hafte  to  reach  that  welcome  more, 
Where  all  is  happinefs — where  woe, 
And  fin,,  and  forrows  are  no  more. 

6  May  Jefus  own  me  in  that  day. 

As  one  belonging  to  His  fold, 
Who  held,  through  grace  in  wifdom's  Way, 
Ordain'd  His  glory  to  behold. 

7  The  worthy  Lamb  that  fhed  His  blood 

Shall  then  receive  the  higheft  praife  ; 
He  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God 
Angels  extol  his  fov'reign  grace  I 


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XXV. 


Unless  Thy  law  had  been  my  delight ,  I  should  then  have  perish*. 
ed  in  mine  qfflidion. — PS.  cxix.  q2. 

1  /^i  O  D  and.  His  law  are  my  delighty 
V_T       My  glory  and  my  fong  j 

My  fure  fupport  by  day  and  night, 
The  pleafure  of  my  tongue. 

2  When  guilt  purfues  my  troubled  breaft* 

His  word  I  will  receive  ; 
He  tells  me  where  my  faith  muft  reft, 
And  helps  me  to  believe. 

3  When  darknefs  overfpreads  my  mind, 

His  word  fupports  me  ftill ; 
■I'm  there  convinc'd-that  God  is  kind, 
Though  I  no  comfort  feel. 

4  When  fore  temptations  vex  my  foul, 

I  think  upon  his  word  ; 
Some  promife  then  my  fears  controul, 
And  leads  me  to  the  Lord. 

5  When  for  my  fin  my  heart  is  broke, 

And  tears  my  grief  difclofe, 
Thy  word  directs  me  to  that  Rock 
Whence  peace  and  pardon  flows. 

6  Are  my  afflictions  fharp  and  long  I 

Does  pain  extreme  erifiie  ? 
God's  word  I  truft— His  arm  is  flrbng, 
His  wifdom  bears  me  through. 

7  Glory  to  Thee,  thou  God  of  Love* 

For  favours  fo  divine  ; 
D 


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Who  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above, 
And  made  thefe  blefllngs  mine. 

8  Had  not  Thy  word  been  my  relief, 
Had  not  Thy  truth  fuftainvd, 
I  muft  have  perifh'd  in  my  grief, 
No  other  help  remain'd. 

—- •©^•O. — 

XXVI. 

/  will  say  unto  God,  Do  not  condemn  me,  shelving  me  wherefore 

Thou  contendest  with  me. — job.x.  a. 

i   f^i  O  N  D  E  M  N  me  not,  mod  gracious  God, 
\_s       Let  not  Thy  fore  difpleafure  burn  : 
Do  not  deftroy  me  with  Thy  rod, 
Nor  at  my  feeble  offerings  fpurn. 

2  Give  me  the  knowledge  of  my  heart, 

Releafe  me  from  this  heavy  yoke  ; 
Shew  me  the  caufe  of  all  my  fmart, 
Why  mud  I  bear  this  cutting  ftroke  ? 

3  What  is  it  that  provokes  Thine  ire  ? 

Is  there  fome  idol  I  muft  yield  ? 
Sure  in  my  heart  fome  bafe  detire, 
Some  dreadful  evil  lies  conceal'd. 

4  There's  furely  fome  beloved  fin, 

Could  I  but  find  the  deadly  foe, 
Ha#  crept  and  lurks  fecurely  in, 

Fain  would  I  mourn  and  hate  it  too. 

5  Left  it  fhould  fink  my  foul  to  Hell, 

Search  me,  O  God,  in  every  part ; 
Let  not  one  fin  in  fecret  dwell, 

Search  me  and  fliew  me  all  my  heart. 


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6  Let  me  be  ftr-ipp'd  of  all  my  pride, 

I'll  not  regard  how  coarfe  my  fare, 
Let  me  with  Chrift  be  crucified 
If  but  His  favour  I  may  fhare. 

7  Though  pinching  poverty  prevail, 

Although  the  fields  fhould  yield  no  meat, 
The  labour  of  the  olive  fail, 

If  Chrift  is  mine  my  joy's  compleat. 

— K5>sg*>^> 

X  X  V  1  I. 
Thou  God  seest  w^.—gen,  xvi.  13. 

1  rTHH  O  U  God  of  juftice  and  of  grace, 

a         Who  would  not  fear  Thy  name  ? 
Thine  omniprefence  fills  all  fpace, 
Thine  eyes  through  nature  flame. 

2  No  fecret  thought  can  ever  fhun 

The  notice  of  Thine  eye  ; 
From  Thee  conceal'd  no  act  be  done, 
For  Thou  art  ever  nigh. 

3  Thine  eye  furveys  the  ground  I  tread, 

Whene'er  I  rove  abroad  ; 
Within  the  curtains  of  my  bed 
I  lie  in  fight  of  God. 

4  O  be  this  folemn  truth  infcrib'd 

For  ever  on  my  heart, 
Left  vile  deceit  fhould  be  imbib'd, 
And  I  from  truth  depart. 

5  Give  me,  O  Lord  this  holy  fear, 

For  'tis  a  gift  divine  : 


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The  foul  that  views  Thee  ever  near, 
No  evil  can  defign. 

■ — *o4f«>o< — 

XXVII  I . 

//  his  children  forsake  My  Law,  and  walk  not  in  My  judg* 
ments,  if  they  break  My  statutes,  and  keep  not  My  command- 
ments :  then  will  I  visit  their  transgression  with  the  rodt 
and  their  iniquity  with  stripes. 

Nevertheless  My  loving-kindness  will  I  not  utterly  take  from 
him,  nor  suffer  my  faithfulness  to  fail  .  My  covenant  will  I 
not  break,  nor  alter  the  thing  that  is  gone  out  of  My  lips, 
psalm  lxxxix,  30—34. 

1  TTTELL  may  I  groan  beneath  Thy  flroke, 

V  V      From  whofe  commands  my  heart  has  ftray'd : 
Lord,  I  have  all  thy  ftatutes  broke, 
Nor  have  I  ftriclly  one  obej'd. 

2  Although  enlighten'd  from  above, 

I've  caus'd  Thy  Spirit  to  depart ; 
Have  fmri'd  again  ft  both  light  and  love, 
Made  Jefus'  wounds  afrefh  to  fmart. 

3  Where  mall  I  hide  my  blufhing  face  ? 

My  guilt  awakes  my  grief  and  fears  5 
How  have  I  finn'd  againft  Thy  grace  ; 
My  bafe  ingratitude  appears. 

4  Chaften'd,  but  not  deftroy'd,  I  ftand, 

Convinc'd  my  God  doth  all  things  well ; 
I'll  kifs  the  rod,  and  blefs  the  hand, 
That  keeps  me  from  the  lowed  hell. 


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5  Mercy  is  mix'd  with  all  my  woes, 

My  heart,  rebellious,  to  fubdue  : 
God  no  injuftice  can  impofe, 

View'd  with  my  crimes  His  ftripes  are  few. 

6  Though  He  afflicts  His  love  is  fure, 

His  covenant  He'll  ne'er  revoke  ; 
His  faithfulnefs  is  too  fecure, 

To  alter  what  Hrs  lips  have  fpoke. 

7  While  He  corrects  I'll  plead  His  grace, 

His  oath  confirm'd  and  feal'd  with  blood  1 
Herein  my  confidence  I'll  place, 
He  cannot  ceafe  to  be  my  God. 

— >o»$f^o — 

XXIX. 

All  things  werk  together  for  good  to  them  that  love  God, 
rom.  vivi.  28. 

j    f~*\  F  T  has  my  foul  in  fecret  blefs'd 

\J        Affliction's  chauYning  rod, 
It  weans  me  from  the  crearure's  breaft* 
And  brings  me  near  to  God. 

2  When  I  can  take  believing  views 

Of  His  myfterious  ways, 
I  can  each  murmuring  thought  refufe, 
And  celebrate  His  praife.. 

3  Contented  then  I  can  refign 

To  trouble,  lofs,  or  fhame, 
Convinc'd  all  things  for  good  combine, 
To  thofe  that  love  His  name. 

4  I  love  and  fain  would  love  Him  more, 

Whatever  woes  a/Tail ; 


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All  things  fubferve  His  fov'reign  power, 
His  wifdom  cannot  fail. 

5  When,  Thou  Defire  of  Nations,  when 
Shall  I  have  this  requeft  : 
To  fight  no  more,  no  more  to  fin, 
But  in  Thy  prefence  reft  ? 

— *e**ft^ — 

XXX. 

The  Lord  killeth  and  maketk  alive  :  he  bringeth    down  to  the 
grave,  and  bringeth  up.—  i  sam.  ii.  6* 

i  np  R  E  M  B  L  E,  my  foul,  fall  down  before 

X     Jehovah,  infinite  in  power  ! 
Tremble  before  Eternal  Might, 
No  flefh  may  glory  in  His  fight. 

2  'Tis  He  that  animates  thy  clay  ! 
Life,  death,  and  hell  His  voice  obey  : 
'Tis  He  deftroys,  'tis  He  can  fave  : 
'Tis  He  that  refcues  from  the  grave. 

3  He  wounds,  and  He  alone  can  heal ; 
He  fends — and  cures  the  pains  I  feel ; 
'Tis  God,  and  I'll  adore  His  name, 
Whofe  power  revives  my  dying  frame. 

4  Juflice  afflicts,  and  love  relieves, 

My  foul  from  Him  her  help  receives ; 
From  him  all  comforts  we  derive. 
Faith  He  beftows  and  keeps  alive. 

j   Faith  can  perceive  in  darkeft  hour, 
Eternal  wifdom  join'd  with  pow'r, 
Juftice  go  hand  in  hand  with  grace, 
And  truth  and  mercy  keep  one  paot. 


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XXXI, 


Awake,  0  sword,  against  My  shephtrd,  against  the  man  that  is 
My  fellow,  saith  the  Lord  oj :  Hosts, — ZECH.xiii.  7. 

1  'np  H  E  Tri-une  God  above, 

JL        And  Lord  of  all  below, 
To  finners  fhews  His  love, 
Displays  his  juftice  too — 
"  Awake,  awake,  vindictive  fword, 
"  Againft  my  fellow ! " — faith  the  Lord.— 

2  "  Awake  againft  the  Man 

"  Omnipotent  in  power, 
"  To  execute  My  plan 

"  Loft  mortals  to  reftore  : 
"  Man  has  a  load  of  guilt  fo  great 
"  None  but  My  Son  can  bear  the  weight. 

3  "  Him  vengeance  mall  purfue, 

"  For  man  he  muft  atone  ; 
"  To  juftice  what  is  due 
"  His  blood  can  pay  alone. 
"  He  mail  My  righteous  law  fulfil ; 
"  He  mall  accomplifh  all  My  will.,^— 

4  The  Lord  of  Hofts  commands, 

Th*  Eternal  Father  fpoke  : 
All  Heaven  in  filence  ftands 

While  Jems  bears  the  ftroke. 
See,  guilty  mortals  !  fee,  His  fide 
For  you  was  pierc'd  !  for  you  He  dy'd. 

5  Draw  near  thy  accurfed  tree, 

In  wonder  loft,  that  love 
Could  rife  to  that  degree, — > 
Your  fentence.  to  remove !  i    >  "' 


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With  weeping  eyes  His  forrows  view, 
He  groan'd,  He  bled,  He  dy'd  for  you* 

O  let  Him  have  your  hearts, 

Your  bleffings  fhall  increafe  : 
To  His  He  ftill  imparts 

Both  righteoufnefs  and  peace. 
His  grace  fhall  all  your  fins  fubdue, 
He  groan'd,  He  bled,  He  dy'd  for  you. 

Bought  by  His  precious  blood, 
You  are  no  more  your  own  ; 
Give  up  yoarfelves  to  God, 
And- live  to  Him  alone: 
Jefus  will  bear  you  conq'rors  through, 
He  groan'd,  He  bled,  he  dy'd  for  you. 

— >0#K2x 

x  x  x  i  r. 

ALVATION's  work  is  done ; 
The  law  is  all  obey'd  : 
To  God  the  Father, — God  the  Son, 
Be  endleis  honors  paid. 


•s 


2  All  glory  to  His  name 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  repeat  the  fame  t 
He  bled  and  dy'd  for  me  ! 

— ^H*1^ 

XXXI  I  I. 

l   nr^O  Him  that  brought  falvation  nigh 
JL  Let  praife  inceffant  rife  : 

Raife,  faints,  your  hallelujahs  high 
Above  the  lofty  flues. 


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2  Pralie  God,  from  whom  your  comforts  flow, 
Sing  your  Redeemer's  love  ; 
Praife  the  Eternal  Spirit  too, 
Who  taught  you  from  above. 

— >e>?f|>o« — 

XX  Xi  Y. 

God  thundereth  marvelously  with  His  voiced 
job  xxxvii.  5. 

1  r  I  ^  H  E  rain  defcends,  the  tempefts  rife,— -» 

A       My  foul,  His  majefty  adore  ! 
Jehovah's  voice  founds  through  the  ikies, 
While  lightnings  flafh,  and  thunders  roan 

2  I  fit  becalm'd  while  others  fear, 

The  God  of  Thunder  is  my  all ; 
It  is  my  Father's  voice  I  hear, 
Nor  fhall  I  by  His  thunder  falL 

3  No  :  while  His  lightnings  flafh  around, 

Although  the  Earth's  foundations  move* 
I  ftand  fecure  on  faith's  firm  ground, 
I  reft  in  His  unchanging  love. 

4  Nothing  fhall  fright  my  foul  from  God, 

Should  He  the  ikies  this  moment  rend, 
He  is  my  only  fafe  Abode  : 

My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  Friend* 

XXXV. 

Behold,  He  comeih  with  clouds,  and  every  eye  shall  see  Hint*-— 

rev.  i.  7. 
1  "HE  H  O  L  D,  He  comes,  the  Saviour  comes, 
JD     Drefs'd  in  His  bright  array, 


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Awake,  ye  faints,  and  burft  your  tomb?; 
And  view  the  glorious  day. 

2  He  comes,  attended  from  on  high 

With  thoufands,  through  the  fkies, 
His  glory  fhines  j  and  every  eye 
Shall  fee  Him  with  furprize. 

3  Lo,  in  the  clouds  the  Judge  defcends 

With  His  illuftrious  train, 
Sinners  He  fevers  from  His  friends. 
And  dooms  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  He  comes  to  make  His  jmlice  known* 

To  vindicate  His  word  : 
The  guilty  view  Him  on  his  throne, 
And  wail  before  the  Lord. 

5  Till  now  they  never  fought  His  face, 
.    Nor  wept  for  fin  before  : 

C  how  tremendous  is  their  cafe  I 
They  weep  to  laugh  no  more. 

6  Once  they  defpis'd  His  glorious  name* 

And  fet  at  nought  His  worth  ; 
But  now  they  feel,  with  bitter  fhame, 
His  fierce,  vindictive  wrath. 

7  They  now  behold  the  faints  rejoice, 

And  mount  above  the  ikies ; 
Thefe  praife  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice* 
And  triumph  as  they  rife., 

8  Yes,  and  my  foul  fhall  bear  her  part 

In  their  melodious  fong, 
My  Saviour's  grace  (hall  tune  my  heart, 
His  love  infpire  my  tongue. 


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XXXVI. 

God  forbid  that  1 should  glory,  save  in  the  cress  of  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ. — gal.  vi.  14. 

i  E  T  others,  wrapt  in  felf-conceit, 

JL-i   Boaft  in  their  wifdom  and  their  wit. 
Let  them  extol  their  gold  and  drofs, 
I'll  glory  in  my  Saviour's  croft. 

a  While  the  felf-righteous,  blind  and  rude, 
Cry  up  their  native  rectitude, 
I'll  feek  revenge  on  all  my  pride, 
And  boaft  in  Jefus  crucify'd. 

3  While  they  with  curfes  on  their  heads, 
Talk  of  their  juftice  and  their  deeds, 

I  chufe  to  fit  at  Jefus'  feet, 
And  felf-abafement  is  my  feat. 

4  Hither  I'm  brought  by  fov'reign  grace, 
I  blefs  the  means,  and  love  the  place  5 
I  bid  all  earthly  joys  be  gone, 

And  glory  in  my  Lord  alone. 

5  Here  could  I  tarry  night  and  day, 
Here  could  my  foul  for  ever  ftay ; 
O  may  I  never,  never  rove, 

Nor  glory,  fave  in  Jefus'  lovel 


XXXV  I  I. 

And  the  cause  that  is  too  hard  for  you  bring  unto  me,  and  t 
will  hear  it. — deut.  i.  17. 

TURN,  Omy  foul,  from  Mofes  turn, 
Behold  a  greater  far  is  here, 
The  God  of  Mofes !— Of  Him  learn, 
In  all  things  Him  obedient  hear. 


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2  Yes  ;  the  Great  God  vouchfafes  t'  invite 

His  fervants  to  His  throne  of  grace, 
With  words  which  furely  muft  delight 
The  fouls  of  all  that  feek  His  face* 

3  "  Freely," — methinks  He  fays,— ft  make  known 

"  Your  difficulties  all  to  Me ; 
"  I'll  meet  and  blefs  you  at  My  throne, 
"  I'll  hear  and  anfwer  ev'ry  plea. 

4  "  What !  have  you  broke  My  righteous  laws  ? 

"  And  are  you  "overcome  with  fear  ? 
u  Is  guilt,  that  moft  diftreffing  caufe, 
"  Too  grievous  for  your  fouls  to  bear  ? 

5  "  With  this  approach  your  Mighty  God, 

"  I'll  hear  your  fuit  whene'er  you  pray  3 
«  Yes,  and  My  own  all  powerful  blood, 
"  Shall  wafh  your  load  of  guilt  away* 

6  "  I  never  intercede  in  vain, 

"  Although  I  intercede  for  all ; 
"  I  hear,  well-pleas'd,  when  fouls  complain 
"  Of  fin,  and  for  forgivenefs  call."-*- 

7  O  what  encouragement  for  thee, 

My  poor,  defponding*  drooping  foul  I 
Hear,  and  by  faith  to  Jefus  flee, 
And  He  will  all  thy  fears  controui. 

XXXVI  1  I . 

Look  unto  Me  and  be  ye  saved.— -ISA.  xlv.  22. 
1    X     O  O  K  unto  Me, — the  Saviour  cries*- 
1  j     Behold,  in  Me  your  help  is  found ; 
Look,  finners !  look  with  (ledfaft  eyes, 
I  have  a  balm  for  every  wound4 


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•g  Look  unto  Me,  and  Me  alone, 

Look  now*  while  I  inviting  ftand 
Your  advocate  before  the  throne, 
With  life  eternal  in  My  hand. 

3  To  Me  your  fin-fick  fouls  refign, 

I'll  fave  them  from  the  loweft  Hell, 

All  power  in  Heaven  and  Earth  is  Mine,- 

And  in  My  prefence  they  fhall  dwell. 

4  Ye  mourning  fouls  that  fear  My  name, 

I've  heard  your  groans,  Pve  feen  your  tearsV 
Look  up  to  Me  ! — I  bore  your  fhame, 
And  I  forbid  your  gloomy  fears. 

5  Look,  finners  !  look,  finners  !  and  adore  ; 

I  am  your  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  King  : 
Look,  and  be  joyful  evermore  ; 
Lock,  and  complete  falvation  fing. 


XXXIX. 

be  careful  for  nothing,  but  in  every  thing  by  prayer  and  sup- 
plication, with  thanksgiving,  let  your  requests  be  made  known 
unto  God. — phil.  iv.  6. 

i  ET  all  my  anxious  cares  be  gone, 

JLj     Why  fhould  they  now  difturb  my  breaft  \ 
My  foul  confides  in  God  alone, 
And  in  His  gracious  promife  reft. 

2  There  is  a  rich,  and  full  fupply, 

In  the  broad  cov'nant  of  His  love  ; 
Then  let  my  groans  afcend  on  high, 
To  bring  the  bleffings  from  above, 
E 


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3  O  for  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray, 

That  loves  to  converfe  with  the  Lord; 
Fain  would  I  call  my  fears  away, 
And  live  by  faith  upon  His  word. 

4  On  God  I'll  cafl:  my  every  care, 

To  Him  my  ev'ry  want  make  known  : 

When  troubles  come,  in  humble  prayer, 

I'll  fpread  them  all  before  His  throne, 

5  I  would  with  gratitude  adore 

His  matchlefs,  condefcending  grace  ; 
And  charge  my  heart, — Repine  no  more, 
No  more  refuie  to  feek  His  face. 


KSxJf^xS* — 

X  L.m 

And  all  things  whatsoever  ye  shall  ask  in  prayer ,  believing 
ye  shall  receive.— matt.  xxi.  22. 

1        r^  SOUL-REVIVING  word, 
\J       Let  all  my  fears  be  gone  I 
Let  me  by  faith  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  bow  before  His  throne. 

1       O  why  mould  unbelief 

Stay  the  Almighty's  hand, 
That  hand  which  holds  my  fure  relief, 
Though  Earth  and  Hell  withftand. 

3       My  foul,  believe  and  pray, 
Without  a  doubt  believe, 
Whatever  we  afk  in  God's  own  way 
We  fhall  in  truth  receive. 


Here  ftands  the  promife  fair, 
For  God  cannot  repent  5 


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To  fervent,  perfevering  prayer 
He'll  every  bleffing  grant. 

5  Pray  then  for  pardon  now, 

And  fm-fubduing  grace  ; 
For  ftrength  intreat,  and  wifdom  too, 
So  fhall  you  each  embrace. 

6  For  faith,  in  faith  I'll  pray, 

This  glorious  promife  plead, 
And  God,  through  Chrift  will  foon  convey 
The  bleffings  which  I  need. 

X  L  1  . 

Though  the  Lord  be  hightyet  hath  He  icspzfiunto  the  lowly 
ps.  cxxxviii.  6. 

1  "]     J"  I  G  H  in  the  Heavens  doth  God  refide, 
jLi     None  can  His  perfect  beauty  trace  ; 
His  glory  fhines  on  every  fide, 

Before  Him  angels  veil  their  face. 

2  His  condefcenfion  He  difplays, 

Their  pureft  offerings  to  approve  ; 
How  then  mould  it  our  wonder  raife, — 
Mortals  are  call'd  to  fhare  His  love  ! 

3  Mortals  who  have  fo  oft  rebell'd 

Againft  the  offers  of  His  grace  ? 
His  threat'nings  at  defiance  held, 

And  dar'd  the  Almighty  to  His  face. 

4  Yet  ftrange  !  all  gracious,  from  above 

God  ftoops,  to  bring  fuch  rebels  nigh, 
Allures  them  with  the  cords  of  love, 
And  ihews  them  where  their  help  doth 


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5  Then  they  in  duft  confefs  their  fin, 

Believe,  and  tremble  at  His  word  ; 
They  mourn  their  natures  all  unclean, 
Repent,  and  turn  unto  the  Lord. 

6  Then  God  His  fov'reign  grace  difplays, 

Flies  oxer  the  mountains  of  their  guilt, 
And  pardons  all  their  {infill  ways, 

Through  Jefus'  blood  on  Calvary  fpilt, 

7  To  fifch  He  looks  with  tender  care, 

And  ftamps  His  image  on  their  heart  j 

0  happy  fouls  !   His  love  they  fhare, 
Nor  mail  His  favour  e'er  depart. 

X  L  I  U 

Walk  arcumspeB!ytnot' as  fools  but  as  ww.-eph.  v.  15. 

1  rn  HIS  blefling,  Lord,  to  me  impart, — 

JL      O  make  me  circumfpecl  in  heart ! 
Let  not  hypocrify  and  guile, 
My  foul's  interior  powers  defile. 

1   O  make  me  wife,  Celeftial  Dove*! 
Wife  as  a  fharer  in  Thy  love  ; 
Wife  to  believe  and  truft  Thy  word, 
To  honor  Jefus  as  my  Lord. 

3  May  grace  divine  be  dill  fupplied, 
My  foul's  Dire&or,  Guardian,  Guide  y 
Lord,  let  Thy  honor  be  my  end 
In  all  the  labours  I  attend. 


*  Addressed  to  the  Holy  Ghost,  of  which  the    Dove  is  a 
scriptural  emblem* 


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4  I  want  that  lively  zeal  for  God 
Which  loves  to  fpread  His  praiie  abroad 
Let  this,  and  not  the  praiie  of  men, 
Infpire  my  Mufe,  and  guide  my  pen. 

5  Jefus,  do  Thou  direct  my  walk, 
Infpire  my  thoughts,  dictate  my  talk  j 
O  give  me  faith  and  holy  fear, 
Make  every  act  of  mine  fmcere. 

6  I'd  leave  the  prating  fool  to  boaft, 
Let  me  lie  humbled  in  the  dull. 
Lord,  keep  me  ever  at  Thy  feet, 
III  freely  chufe  the  lowed  feat. 


X  L  1  I  1, 

To  be  carnally -minded  is  dtathy  but  to  be  spiritually -minded 
is  life  and  peace. — ROM.  viii.  6. 

1  T>  Y  holinefs  and  watchful  care 
JD        Be  vain  defire  confin'd  ; 
Guard,  O  my  foul,  againft  this  fnare, 

A  carnal,  earthly  mind. 

2  This  will  be  death  to  all  thy  joys, 

'Twill  give  new  life  to  pain  ; 
'Twill  caufe  diftreffing  fears  to  rife, 
And  wound  thy  Lord  again. 

3  Satan  would  triumph  in  the  fight, 

And  chain  me  down  to  fenfe  : 
Then  muft  I  mourn  in  gloomy  night, 
Till  Jefus  brings  me  thence. 
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4  O  for  invigorating  grace 

To  raifc  my  foul  above  ; 
O  for  that  heavenly-mindednefs 
That  Satan  cannot  move  ! 

5  Peace,  conftant  then,  ferene  and  full, 

Would  like  a  river  flow  ; 
Courage  divine  would  arm  my  foul, 
And  bear  down  ev'ry  foe. 

6  How  would  my  faith  triumphant  rife, 

And  leave  the  world  behind  ; 
How  would  I  foar  above  the  fkies, 
And  fcorn  to  be  confin'd. 

7  The  world  in  vain  fhould  tempt  me  down, 

I'd  laugh  at  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
I'd  aim  at  nearnefs  to  the  throne, 
Foi  my  Redeemer's  there. 

8  Defcend,  Immortal  Dove,  defcend, 

And  bear  my  heart  away  ; 
Let  life  and  peace  my  foul  attend, 
Till  Heav'n  completes  my  day. 

— ><£>•#  o< — 

X  L  I  V. 

Be  not  afraid  of  their  faces,  for  I  am  with  thee. 

jer.  i.  8. 

i   TTTHY  fhouid  the  dread  of  (inful  man 
V  V  Infnare  and  vex  my  foul  ? 

O  for  that  fortitude  which  can 
My  ev'ry  fear  controul. 

2  Shall  I  offend  a  holy  God, 
And  facrifice  my  peace, 


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To  fhun  a  mortal's  threatening  rod ; 
A  friend  or  two  to  pleafe  ? 

3  Hard  is  the  tafk,  I  muft  confefs, 
Where  duty  thus  confines  ; 
Nor  can  my  foul  efcape  diftrefs 
Though  fhe  to  God  inclines- 

4.  Fain  would  I  pleafe  both  friends  and  foes, 
And  follow  peace  with  all, 
Nor  to  one  frown  myfelf  expofe, 
But  where  'tis  duty's  call. 

5  I  muft  obey  the  God  I  love, 

Though  all  the  world  contemns  ; 
One  fmile  from   Him  I  prize  above 
The  richeft  earthly  gems. 

6  Hark,  O  my  foul,  methinks  I  hear 

Jehovah's  awful  voice, — 
"  Fear,  not  thou  worm,  for  I  am  near, 
"  I  will  defend  thy  choice. 

7  "  While  mortal  men  revile  and  frown 

•*  I'll  fmile  upon  thy  foul ; 
"  And  thou  fhalt  tread  the  Tempter  down, 
"  While  I  his  rage  controul. 

8  "  Truft  thou  in  My  almighty  name, 

"  Nor  let  thy  faith  be  weak ; 
"  Thy  foul  fnall  ne'er  be  put  to  fhame 
"  Whilft  thou  My  glory  feek."— 

9  Lord,  I  refign  me  to  Thy  will, 

Thy  wifdom  I  adore  ! 
I  yield  to  Thee  :—Thy  word  fulfil, 
And  let  me  doubt  no  more. 


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X  L  V, 


Even  so  ye  also  outwardly  appear  righteous  unto  men,  but 
within  ye  are  full  of  hypocrisy  and  iniquity ; 
matt,  xxiii.  28. 

1  *¥^VE  CEIVERS  will  affecl:  t'  appear 
\J  Like  fomething  good  and  great  \ 
Religion  as  a  cloak  they  wear, 

And  think  themfelves  complete. 

2  Againfl  impiety  and  vice 

They  will  exclaim  aloud  ; 
In  lefTer  things  how  ftrict  and  nice, 
That  men  may  call  them  good. 

3  Amongft  the  faints  they'll  join  in  prayer, 

With  looks  demure  and  grave  ; 
Devoutly  read  when  men  can  hear, 
And  think  each  dutv  brave. 


4  But  O  their  hearts  are  all  unclean, 

All  filthy  and  impure, 
Full  of\hypocrify  and  fin  ; 
There  Satan  reigns  fecure. 

5  Strange  to  themfelves,  eftrang'd  from  God, 

How  awful  is  their  ftate  ! 
Soon  mud  they  feel  His  vengeful  rod  :-— 
What  woes  their  fouls  await ! 


6  Tremble,  my  foul,  with  holy  fear, 
And  dread  deceit  and  guile  : 
Lord,  make  this  heart  of  mine  fincere, 
Obedient  to  Thy  will. 


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X  L  V  I . 
Tkefe&r  of  the  Lord  is  to  hate  evil. — p  r  0  v.  viii.  13, 

1  "XT  O  W,  whilft  I  try  my  heart 
XN       By  this  unerring  word, 
My  confeience  can  alTert 

I  truly  fear  the  Lord  : 
I  cannot  tread  the  paths  of  finr 
I  long  for  hclinefs  within. 

2  Yes,  holinefs  of  heart 

I  would  more  largely  fhare  ; 
I  mourn  with  inward  fmart 

The  evils  that  are  there  : 
I  hate  my  thoughts  becaufe  they're  vain, 
I  would  from  ev'ry  fin  abftain. 

3  I  hate  this  wretched  pride, 

Thefe  covetous  defires ; 
I'd  have  them  crucify'd, 

For  God  my  heart  requires  : 
Jefus  do  Thou  thefe  foes  fubdue, 
Make  me  flill  more  nr.cere  and  true. 

4  I'd  live  alone  to  Thee, 

I  love  t'  obey  Thy  word, 
Well  pleas'd  that  Thou  fhould'ft  be 
My  Saviour  and  my  Lord. 
To  Thee  I  now  refign  my  heart, 
Renew  it,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  part. 

— >0#x2x — 

X  L  V  I  I . 

Love  your  enemies  ;  bless  them  that  curse  you  ;  do  good  to  them 
that    hate  you.  --matt.  v. ^44. 


L 


0  R  D,  captivate  my  ev'ry  thought, 
I'll  then  delight  to  do  Jhj  will ; 


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I  love  the  docTrines  Thou  had  taught, 
And  they  mall  lead  and  guide  me  full. 

2  For  Thy  dear  fake  I  love  my  foes, 

And  feek  their  happinefs  with  care  j 
I  fain  would  do  fome  good  to  thofe 
Whofe  hatred  unprovoked  I  bear. 

3  While  they  revile  my  worthlefs  namey 

Do  Thou  defeat  each  bafe  defign  ; 
And,  lefs  their  malice  end  in  fhame. 
Their  anger  turn  to  love  benign. 

4  Bring  them,  O  Jefus,  to  Thy  throne, 

Let  them  Thy  pard'ning  mercy  prove, 
To  them  Thy  glorious  Self  make  known, 
And  fet  theii  hearts  on  things  above. 

5  Blefs  them  with  ev'ry  chrift'ian  grace,. 

Infpire  their  fouls  with  holy  joy  ; 
So  fhall  their  wrath  to  love  give  place, 
And  nobler  thoughts  their  minds  employ-. 

6  Be  this  my  fweet  revenge  on  thofe 

Whofe  envy  treads  me  in  the  duft  } 
I'd  dwell  in  peace  with  all  my  foes, 
My  friends  I'd  feek  among  the  juft, 

— xS^f^xS* — 

X  L  V  I  I  I. 

The  liberal  soul  shall  be  made  fat,  and  he  that  watereth  shall  be 
watered  also  himself.—  pro  v.  xi.  25. 

1    /CHRISTIAN,  wouldft  thou  in  grace  excel. 
V_y        Wouldft  thou  enlarge  thy  ftore  ? 
Ufe  what  thou  haft  with  liberal  zeal, 
And  God  wilingive  thee  more. 


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2  Let  not  thy  facred  talents  lie 

Conceal'd  beneath  the  ground, 

But  blefs  thy  fellow-chriftians  by 

The  treafures  thou  haft  found. 

3  Comfort  the  feeble  and  opprefs'd 

With  tokens   of  thy  love  ; 
Then  fhall  thy  foul  be  well  refrefti'd, 
And  water'd  from  above. 

4  Shew  kind  affection,  foecial  care, 

To  the  afflicted  poor, 
Give  freely  what  thou  haft  to  fpare., 
And  God  will  give  thee  more. 

5  The  liberal  heart,  the  liberal  hand 

Jehovah  deigns*  to  blefs  : 
By  fuch  He  will  mo#  furely  ftand, 
And  keep  them  from  diftrefs. 


x  l  1  x. 

A  certain  Centurion's  servant  was  dear  unto  hi*n, 
luke  vii.  2. 

1   /^  RACE  will  to  every  duty  bind, 
VJT     It  forms  the  hearts  of  men  fmcerej 
It  fweetly  humbles  all  the  mind, 
And  then  in  acts  it  will  appear. 

e  It  makes  the  meaneft  fervant  juft, 
Willing,  obedient,  wife,  difcreety 
Worthy  of  confidence  and  truft, 
And  diligent  without  deceit, 


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3  Was  the  Centurion's  fervant  fuch, 

Who  won  his  matter  for  his  friend  ? 

Yes,  or  he'd  ne'er  been  lov'd  fo  much  :— * 

What  bleflings  faithful  fouls  attend  ! 

4  He  fought  the  honor  of  his  God, 

Approv'd  his  ftation  and  his  fare ;        * 
The  paths  of  honefty  he  trod, 

His  Lord's  good  pleaiure  his  chief  care. 

5  Ye  that  are  fervants  feek  for  grace, 

If  to  yourmafters  you'd  be  dear  ; 
And  thus  fill  up  your  humble  place, 
Serve  them  in  faith  with  holy  fear. 

h  Labour  while  Heav'n  allows  you  ftrength. 
Let  all  your  work  to  Qod  be  done  ; 
A  fure  reward  fhall  come  at  length, 
When  faithfully  your  race  is  run. 


L. 

The  heart  of  him.  that  hath  understanding  seeketh  knowledge 
prov.  xv.   14. 

1  "TXT HE  RE  is  the  undemanding  heart 
VV     That  feeks  to  acl  the  wifer  parti 
What  is  the  knowledge  he  requires  ? 
What  are  the  things  his  foul  defires  ? 

i  He  feeks  to  know  himfelf  aright, 
As  feen  in  his  Creator's  fight ; 
He  feeks  repentance  for  his  fins ; 
'Tis  here  true  wifdom  firft  begin?: 


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3  Earneft  he  feeks  Jehovah's  face, 
And  longs  to  feel  the  power  of  grace  j 
He  fhuns  the  fins  he  lov'd  before, 

And  ftrives  to  hate  them  more  and  more, 

4  He  feeks  for  pardon  through  the  blood 
Of  Jefus,  the  incarnate  God; 

He  feeks  that  faith  which  works  by  love* 
This  is  the  wifdom  from  above* 

5  He  feeks  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere, 
And  guards  his  foul  with  holy  fear ; 
He  feeks  to  be  approv'd  of  God, 
And  loves  to  fpread  His  praife  abroad. 

6  This  is  the  knowledge  l\e  requires  ; 
And  God  will  grant  his  pure  defires ; 
Jefus  will  blefs  him  from  the  fkies, 

And  make  him  to  falvation  wife* 


LI, 

Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righttou^ 
nesStfor  they  shall  be iM~MATT .  v.  6. 

x   rT^  H  IS  promife  is  to  tinners  made* 
X        To  finners  fuch  as  me  : 
Lord,  I  would  come  and  humbly  plead 
This  promife  now  with  Thee. 


I  fee  my  heart  is  all  unclean. 
Its  hardnefs  oft  I  mourn  ; 

I  thirft  for  holinefs  within, 
For  perfect  love  I  bum, 
F 


5°  SONGS    IN   THE   NIGHT. 

3  How  are  my  wand'ring  thoughts  bewailM, 

How  odious  in  my  light ; 

When  fhall  my  fpirit  be  regal'd 

With  pure,  divine  delight. 

4  Fain  would  I  love  my  Saviour  more. 

And  live  upon  His  word  : 
I  would  believe,  I  would  adore, 
And  banquet  with  the  Lord. 

5  My  hungry  fpirit  longs  to  feed 

On  truth  and  righteoufnefs  ; 
I  am  all  emptinefs  and  need, 
Lord,  fill  me  with  Thy  grace. 

6  O,  Fount  of  Excellence,  draw  near, 

Or  bear  my  foul  above, 
That  I  may  feafl  on  heavenly  fare, 
And  triumph  in  Thy  love. 


L  I  I. 

These  things  I  command  you,  that  ye  love  one  another, 
JOHN  xv.  17. 

1  AMI  indeed  born  from  above  ? 
Jljl  Do  I  partake  of  Jefus'  Love  ? 
Then  let  me  all  my  duty  know, 
And  love  by  my  obedience  fhew, 

2  Fain  would  I  love  His  perfon  more, 
And  God  in  all  His  works  adore  ; 
O  may  His  love  my  heart  inflame 
With  love  to  all  that  love  His  name, 


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3  Wherever  I  His  image  fee, 

O  let  thole  fouls  be  dear  to  mc  ! 
Dear,  as  the  purchafe  of  His  blood, 
Dear,  as  the  favourites  of  Gotf. 

4  Jefus  to  us  His  love  doth  fhew, 
And  bids  us  love  each  other  too  ; 
But  O  how  little  love  fmcere 

Is  found  in  great  profeflbis  here  ! 

5  What  anger,  pride,  and  malice  fwell 
Thofe  breafts  where  love  alone  fhould  dwell ! 
O  why  fhould  Satan  thus  devour 
Religion's  glory  and  its  power  ? 

6  Come,  Heavenly  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  our  inmofl  hearts  with  love  : 
That  We  may  fay  to«all  mankind, 

"See  how  thcfe  love  whom  Chrifl  has  join/d  !" 


L  I  I  I. 

Be  thou  faithful  unto  death,  and  I  will  give  tkee  a  crown  of 
life.  — key.  ii.  io. 


L 


O  R  D,  is  not  this  my  own  defire> 
That  I  may  faithful  prove  ? 
I'd  fight  with  fin,  and  never  tire, 
Till  death  my  foul  remove. 


2  The  eafy  work  that  I  have  here 
I  faithfully  would  do  j 
And  when  the  hardeft  talks  appear 
I  would  be  faithful  too. 


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3  Jefus,  enrich  my  foul  with  grace, 

And  guide  me  in  Thy  ways ; 
That  I  may  fill  my  humble  place 
To  thine  eternal  praife. 

4  Vd  do  and  fuffer  all  Thy  will 

With  patience  and  delight ; 
Duty  to  all  I  would  fulfil, 
By  all  I'd  fain  do  right. 

5  Faithful  I'd  lay  this  body  down, 

And  yield  it  to  the  grave  : 
Faithful  I'd  rife,  and  take  the  crown, 
And  fing  Thy  power  to  fave. 

— >o-^-ex — 

L  I  V*. 

Let  no  corrupt  communication  proceed  out  of  your  moulk. 
e  ph.  iv.  29. 

1  X/E  highly  favour'd  who  profefs 

_L     To  love  and  practice  holinefs, 
You  ftand  expos'd  to  Earth  and  Hell, 
And  ferioufnefs  becomes'you  well. 

2  Be  circumfpeel  in  all  your  ways, 

And  fpread  your  great  Redeemer's  praife  ; 
Let  His  commands  be  your  delight, 
This  is  well-pleafing  in  His  fight. 

3  Labour  to  prove  your  faith  fincere, 
In  purity  and  holy  fear  : 

Let  all  your  conduct  £1111  exprefs 
The  truth  and  pow'r  of  godlinefs. 


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4  Look  up  to  Him  whofe  blood  was  fpilt 
To  purchafe  pardon  for  your  guile ; 
His  grace  can  all  your  fins  fubdue, 
And  help  you  both  to  will  and  do. 

5  O  love  and  reverence  His  name, 
And  let  His  glory  be  your  aim  : 
So  fhall  your  fouls  efcape  diftrefs, 
And  glory  in  His  righteoufnefs, 


LV. 
Make  thy  face  to  shine  upon  thy  servant.<-~VS.  xxxi.  i5< 

i   X    O  R  D,  what  am  I  without  Thy  love  ? 
^  J      Without  Thy  fmiles  I  cannot  reft  ; 
Shine,  Light  Effulgent,  from  above, 
And  with  a  word  pronounce  me  bleft. 

2  Break  through  the  darknefs  of  my  mind, 

And  drive  the  powers  of  Hell  away  ; 
I  cannot  bear  to  be  confin'd, 

My  fpirit  longs  for  brighter  day. 

3  Nothing  will  pleufe  me  but  Thy  fmile  ; 

Not  all  the  wealth  this  Earth  afford 

Can  give  my  foul  contentment,  while 

I  find  fuch-  diftance  from  the  Lord, 

4  Favour  of  princes  and  of  kings, 

The  fmiles  of  angels  from  on  high, 
To  me  are  mean,  infipid  things, 
If  God  in  anger  pafs  me  by. 

5  Jefus,  regard  me  from  above , 

My  foul  with  all  its  pow'rs  are  Thine, 

F2 


54  SONGS   IN  THE   NIGHT. 


My  life  depends  upon  Thy  love, 
O  make  Thy  face  on  me  to  mine. 

6  twill  again  repeat  the  cry, 

Importunate  ;  till  Thou  appear 
I  will  refufe  all  other  joy, 

Till  I  can  feel  my  God  is  near. 

— HS^-e* — 

L  V  I. 

The  heart  is  deceitful  abate  all  things,  and  desperately  wicked} 
who  can  know  it? — j  er.  xvii.  9. 

J   np  HIS  wretched  heart  will  ftill  backflide, 
JL        O  what  deceit  is  treafur'd  here  I 
'Tis  made  of  vanity  and  pride  ; 
What  fruits  of  unbelief  appear  ! 

2  My  bafe  ingratitude  I  mourn, 

My  ilubborn  will,  my  earthly  mind, 
My  thoughts  how  vain,  to  rove  how  prone, 
To  ev'ryevil  how  inclined  I 

3  Who  can,  amongft  the  fons  of  men, 

Find  out  the  vilenefs  of  my  heart  ? 
None  can  the  depths  of  guilt  explain, 
'Tis  all  corrupt  through  every  part. 

4  Could  creatures  look  into  my  breaft, 

How  would  they  gaze  with  Grange  furprife  I 
They'd  hate  me  with  a  fore  deteft, 
And  turn,  away  their  frighted  eyes. 

5  Eut  what  are  creatures,  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 

They  can't  forgive  one  fingle  fin, 
Were  they  difpos'd  to  pity  me, 

They  could  not  work  one  grace  within. 


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6  To  Jefus  then  I'll  make  my  moan, 

O  cleanfe  this  filthy  link  of  tin  ! 
Jefus,  Thou  canft,  and  Thou  alone> 
O  condefcend  to  make  me  clean* 

7  I  plead  for  mercy  at  Thy  feet, 

Make  me  inflexibly  fincere  ; 
Purge  me  from  guile, — from  all  deceit, 
And  fill  my  foul  with  holy  fear. 

— K3^«Sx— 

L  V  I  I  . 

lord  be  merciful  unto  me,  htaimy  soul,  for  1  have  tintitd  a-- 
gainst  Thee.— vs.  xli.  4. 

5   "T7TTI  L  L  God  be  merciful  to  me, 
V  v         And  hear  my  foul  complain  I 
Shall  I  indeed  His  good  fiefs  fee, 
Or  muii  I  pray  in  vain  ? 

2  No,  let  this  thought  for  ever  fly, 

God  will  in  mercy  hear  j 

In  mercy  anfwer  when  I  cry, 

Nor  difregard  my  prayer. 

3  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  now  appear. 

And  calm  my  troubled  mind  ; 
Proclaim  Thy-' elf  before  me  here,—* 
"  God,  merciful  and  kind  !" 

* 

4  O  heal  my  fick  and  wounded  foul, 

Phyfician  only  good  ! 
One  word  of  Thine  can  make  me  whole? 
One  drop  of  Jefus'  blood, 


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5  Forgive  my  guilt,  for  I  have  finn'd, 
Pm  vile  in  every  part ; 
Heal  the  difeafes  of  my  mind, 
And  renovate  my  heart. 


LVIII. 

Be  merciful  unto  me,  0  God,  be  merciful  unto  me,Jor  my  soul 
trusteth  in  Thee.— vs.  lvii.  |. 

i  T>  E  merciful,  O  God,  to  me, 
JD     Thy  mercy  is  my  only  plea, 
Look  with  companion  on  my  woes, 
And  let  not  judgment  interpofe. 

2  Guilty  before  Thy  face  I  ftand, 
And  fear  Thy  fin. avenging  hand  ; 
Hell  as  my  juft  defert  I  own, 

But  mercy  plead  before  Thy  throne, 

3  Mercy,  through  Jefus  crucified, 
I  afk,  and  can  I  be  denied  ? 
Mercy,  O  God, — I  afk  no  more, — 
Thruft  not  my  foul  from  mercy's  door* 

4  O  God,  as  powerful  as  juft, 

In  Thee,  in  Thee  alone  Itruft  : 
Vain  does  the  help  of  man  appear  ; 
Vain  is  Ae  help  of  angels  here  ! 

5  Nothing  will  give  my  fpirit  reft, 
Till  pard'ning  mercy  makes  me  bleft  : 
Behold  I  faint  beneath  Thy  frown, 
Send,  fend  the  cheering  cordial  down. 


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in, 


0  thou  of  little  failh,  wherefore  didst  thou  doubt  ? 

MATT.   XIV.  31. 

i    /^i  0  M  E,  O  my  doubting  foul,  attend 
\^_s      Unto  thy  Saviour's  call, 
Come  tell  thy  Great,"  Almighty  Friend* 
Why  is  thy  faith  fo  fmaXLl 

2  Why  ail  tkefe  unbelieving  fears  ? 

Jehovah's  arm  is  ftrong  : 
O  chide  thefe  fighs,  and  groans,  and  tears,- 
And  turn  them  to  a  fong. 

3  Is  God  thy  Shield,  thy  Great  reward,     . 

Thy  Portion,  and  thy  All  ? 
Is  Chrift  thy  Captain-,  and  thy  Lord,. 
And  fhall  thy  hopes  be  fmall. 

4  Why  wilt  thou  thus  difpute  His  love, 

And  thus  abufe  His  care  ? 
Whj  wilt  thou  grieve  the  Heavenly  Dove* 
And  yield  to  every  fnare  ? 


5  In  Jefus  every  grace  is  found, 

Why  wilt  thcu  not  believe  ? 

He  hath  a  balm  for  every  wound. 

Why  wilt  thou  not  receive  I 

6  His  arm  can  conquer  ev'ry  foe, 

His  grace 'can  fanctify  : 
Amen,  amen  ;  Lord,  be  it  fo, 
Let  my  corruptions  die. 


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7  Sin  is  the  caufe  of evYy  fear, 
O  keep  me  from  its  power  : 
Slay  the  accurfed  monlter  here: 
That  I  may  doubt  no  more. 


— 4W&«©»- 


L  X . 


His  a?7ger  endurclh  but  a  moment,— in  His  favour  is  l.ift.-- 
Weeping  may  fndurejbra  nigktt  But  joy  comcth  in  the 
hiorning.—  ?*,  xxx.  3---£,. 

t   HP-H  I N  E  anger,  Lord,  how  fhort  the  ftayy 
A.      Slowly  it  comes,  and  flies  away 
Swift  2s  the  ddrknefs  cf  the  night 
When  morning  brings  the  cheering  light. 

•2  My  foul  again  fhall  blefs  Thy  name, 
Whofe  power  and  love  are  (Hll  the  fame  ; 
Yea,  through   Thine    awfal  frowns  I  tracer 
Unutterable  plains  of  grace. 

Too  oft  have  I  tranfgreiVd  Thy  law. 
And  fore'd  Thy  Spirit  to  withdraw  ; 
I  mourn  ; — again  Thy  love  appears 
To  heal  my  wounds,  difperfe  my  fears, 

4  My  God,  Thou  art  immenfely  kind, 
Life  In  Thy  favour  itill  I  find  ; 
Thy  love  is  an  exhauftlefs  (lore, 

O  let  me  grieve  nor  doubt  no  more. 

5  Lord,  take  and  keep  my  wand'ring  heart, 
Let  me  no  more  from  Thee  depart  ; 
That  I  no  more  may  feel  Thy  frown, 
Nor  tempt,  nor  force  Thine  anger  down. 


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LX  1. 

Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit,  for  their1  s  is  the  kingdom  of 
Heaven.— matt.  v.  3. 

1  t~\Q  M  E,  each  defponding,  drooping  foul, 
\^j     You  who  defire  to  feek  the  Lord, 
Whofe  thoughts  in  fad  dejeclion  roll, 

Who  tremble  at  His  awful  word. 

2  Come,  hanifli  ev?ry  -flavifli  fear, 

Let  Satan  flee,  for  God  is  true  : 
Let  unbelief  no  mere  appear  : 
This  promife  is  for  fueh  as  you. 

3  For  you  that  triut  in  Jefus'  name  .; 

For  you  that  mourn  your  helplelfnefs  ; 
Who  fee  your  poverty  and  fhame, 
And  all  your  fins  with  grief  confefs, 

4  Jefus  himfelf  proclaims  you  bleft, 

His  word  forever  (lands  fecure  ; 
You  on  His  faithfulnefs  may  reft, 
His  love  forever  fha'11  endure, 

5  O  live  by  faith  in  Him  alone, 

Jefus  will  lead  you  fafely  through  : 
Believe  and  hope,  as  well  as  mourn, 
Himfelf  hath  taken  care  for  you, 

-6  For  you  He  pleads  His  precious  blood, 
For  you, — the  favourites  of  Heav'n! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  ions  of  God  ! 
Sing,  for  your  fins  aie  all  forgiven. 


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LXII 


Thou  knottiest  my  down  sitting  and  mine  uprising  :  Thou  under* 
standcst  ?ny  thoughts  afar  of. --vs.  cxxxix,  2. 

x    rri  H  O  U  art  acquainted  with  my  heart, 
X        O  Thou  Omnifcient  God  ! 
Thpu  know'it  my  Qv'ry  wand'ring  thought, 
What  devious,  paths  I've  trod. 

2  O  'tis  in  vain  for  me  to  try 

My  num'rous  thoughts  to  fcrcen  ; 
No  fin  efcapes  Thyfearching  eye, 
Unnotic'd  or  unfeen. 

3  Then  let  me  call  my  follies  o'er, 

And  mourn  before  the  Lord, 
That  I  have  liv'd  to  Him  no  more. 
No  more  obey'd  His  word. 

.4.  Lord,  fmite  the  flinty  rock  within, 
And  let  my  forrows  flow  ; 
And  whilft:  I  mourn  and  hate  my  fin, 
Do  Thou  Thy  mercy  fhew. 

5  O  bring  a  pardon  to  my  hand, 
A  pardon  bought  with  blood  : 
And  may  I  never  more  offend, 
Nor  fin  againft  my  God. 

L  X  1  I  1 . 

'•JLet  us  run  with  patience  the  race  thai  is  set  before  ust  looking 
unto  yesus .-" heb.  xii.  1,2. 

t    T     ORB,  can  a  helplefs  worm,  like  me* 
A..  J  Attempt  to  make  her  way  to  Thee  ? 


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6 


Yes,  let  me  raife  Thy  praifes  high, 

In  weaknefs  Thou  canft  ftrength  fupply. 

2  'Twas  by  Thy  grace  I  firfl  begun, 
Refolv'd  the  heavenly  race  to  run  ; 
'Tis  grace  corrects  me  when  I  ftray, 
'Tis  grace  upholds  me  in  the  way. 

3  Run  on,  my  foul,  and  flill  adore, 
Receiving  ftill,  ftill  afking  more  ; 

In  Chrift  thy  ftrength  and  wifdom  lies, 
O  look  to  Him  with  ftedfaft  eyes. 

4  Look  to  that  blood  thy  Saviour  fhed, 
Thy  Dayfman  dying  in  thy  ftead  ; 
Behold  Him  on  th'  accurfed  tree  ! 
Great  was  the  love  He  bore  to  thee. 

5  He  who  thus  lov'd  thee  unto  death 
Will  love  thee  to  thy  lateft  breath  ; 
Keep  fight  of  Him,  my  foul,  and  run, 
He'll  crown  thee  when  thy  race  is  done, 

L  X  I  V. 
Draw  me,  we  will  run  after  Thee. —  cant.  i.  4. 

i   T     ORD,I  confefs  my  guilt  and  ftiame, 
JL^     Which  feparates  my  foul  from  Thee  : 
Yet  the  Remembrance  of  Thy  name 
Is  dear,  fupremely  dear  to  me. 

2  Break  down  the  feparating  wall, 
O  rid  me  of  this  earthly  mind, 
My  foul  would  foon  obey  the  call, 
And  run  and  leave  her  fears  behind. 

G 


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3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  Thy  grace, 

Why  ihould  I  grovel  in  the  dud  ? 
Thee  would  my  arms  of  faith  embrace 
^    Thou  art  the  object  of  my  truft. 

4  Draw  me  from  unbelief  and  pride, 

From  every  fin,  from  every  fnare  ; 
Fain  would  I  in  Thy  chambers  hide, 
And  banifh  ev'ry  mortal  care. 

5  With  Thee,  my  Lord,  I  would  retire, 

And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days: 
Draw  me,  I  burn  with  ftrong  defire, 
Draw  me,  and  I  will  fmg  Thy  praife. 

6  Draw  me,  my  Jefus,  with  Thy  love, 

I  cannot  bear  thy  awful  frown  ; 
O  draw  my  heart  and  foul  above, 
And  let  me  tread  the  tempter  dowxi, 

L  X  V. 

Not  unto  us,  0  Lord,  not  unto  us,  but   unto  Thy  name  give 
glory. —  ps.  cxv.  l. 

i    T    ORD,  'tis  enough,  at  length  I  own 
JL-4  By  me  no  good  was  ever  done  ; 
O  let  Thy  dark,  myfterious  ways 
Excite  my  gratitude  and  praife , 

2  In  mercy  Thou  haft  hid  Thy  face, 
In  mercy  too  reftrain'd  Thy  grace, 

«       Helplefs  I  laid  beneath  the  rod, 
Nor  could  I  fpeak  or  think  of  God. 

3  I  fent  the  Spirit  griev'd  away, 
Nor  cculd  I  meditate,  or  pray. 


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Without  my  Teacher  and  my  Guide, 
Mourning,  I  laid  Thy  word  afide. 

4  But,  O  my  foul,  adore  the  grace, 
Jefus  again  unveils  His  face  ! 
Glory  no  more  in  meaner  things, 
In  Him  alone  are  all  thy  fprings. 

5  Now  I  can  read  and  pray  again  5 
Can  contemplate,  or  ufe  my  pen  ; 
Now  I  can  fee  each  heavenly  thought 
Is  by  the  Holy  Spirit  brought. 

6  Not  unto  me  reward  is  due, 

The  work  is  God's,  the  glory  too  : 
"  Not  unto  me"  is  (till  my  fong,— < 
To  God  alone  all  praife  belong. 


L  X  V  I. 
By  Grace  are  ye  saved. — eph.  ii.  8. 

1  VTO  more  of  works  I  vainly  boaft? 
Jl\       Nor  fo  employ  my  tcngue  ; 
Jefus  alone  is  all  my  truft, 

Free  grace  my  only  fong. 

2  'Twas  not  in  me  to  feek  His  facer 

Nor  did  I  afk  His  love. 
Till  He  by  His  all-powerful  grace 
Firft  drew  my  thoughts  above. 

3  My  free-will  chofe  the  beaten  road 

That  leads  to  endlefs  pain, 
I  walk'd  with  pleafure  there  till  God 
Inclin/d  me  to  refrain. 


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4  He  faw  me  helplefs  and  undone, 

A  rebel  dark  and  blind, 
And  led  me  to  His  bleffed  Son, 
A  better  way  to  find. 

5  By  whofe  rich  grace  alone  I  (land, 

Kept  by  His  mighty  power, 
Through  which  I  trull:  e'er  long  to  land 
On  the  celeftial  fhore. 

6  Then  fhp.ll  I  leave  all  fin's  remains, 

And  view  His  glorious  face, 

And  fmg  in  more  exalted  drains 

The  freedom  of  His  grace. 


LXVII. 
The  Son  ef  Man  is  come  to  seek,  and  to  save  that  zohich  was 

l0St.—  LVKE.    xix.    10. 

i   T1THY,  O  my  foul,  thefe  gloomy  fears  ? 

V  V   Why  all  thefe  fighs,  and  groans,  and  tears  ? 
O  why  this  God-difhonoring  grief  ? 
Why  all  this  wretched  unbelief? 

■2  Though  helplefs  in  myfelf  I  lie, 
And  loft  to  all  eternity, 
Yet  fhall  I  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Since  Jefus  came  to  feek  and  fave. 

3  To  fave  poor  fmners,  fuch  as  me, 
To  fet  the  captive  pris'ners  free, 
To  comfort  thofe  that  mourn — to  heal 
The  wounds  of  all  who  mifery  feel 


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4  To  fave  the  ruin'd  and  undone, 

To  feek  the  loft  ; — Lord,  I  am  one  ! 

I  fee,  and  mourn  my  guilt  with  fhame  :— 

To  feek  out  fuch  the  Saviour  came. 

5  Then  let  my  gratitude  abound, 

'I  once  was  loft,  but  now  am  found  j 
I  once  was  dead  but  now  I  live  : — 
Praife,  praife  is  all  that  I  can  give. 

^-^xS* 

LX  V  I  II. 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. —  rev.  v.   12. 

1  ALL  glory  belongs  to  Jefus  alone, 

JTjL.  To  Jefus  the  Saviour  who  fits  on  the  throne? 
To  Jefus  whom  angels  and  feraphs  adore, 
To  Jefus  falvation  afcribe  evermore. 

2  How  worthy  the  Lamb  on  mount  Calvary  flain, 
Who  triumph'd  o'er  death,  and  is  rifen  again  ! 
How  worthy  of  bleffing,  and  glory,  and  praife  ! 
The  higheft  afcr.iptions  archangels  can  raife  ! 

3  All  wifdcm  and  honor  to  Jefus  belongs, 

He  (hall  have  the  plaudits  of  ten  thouiand  tongues  3 
Yea,  infinite  numbers  "with  joy  mall  proclaim 
Through  ages  eternal  His  excellent  name. 

4  His  mercy  my  thanks  and  aftonifhment  raife, 
X  cannot  be  filent  in  Jefus's  praife  ; 

My  foul  mail  adore  Him  who  bled  on  the  tree, 
Who  laid  down  His  life  as  a  ranfom  for  me. 

5  While  on  earth  I  remain  I'll  mew.  forth  His  praife, 
And  aim  at  His  honor  the  reft  of  my  days  ; 

And  when  I  get  home  to  His  manfion  above, 
All  Heaven  fhall  ring  with  the  fhouts  of  His  love-. 

G  2 


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L  X  I  X. 


For  God  so  loved  the  world,  that  He  gave  His  only  begotten 
Son,  that  whosoever  believed  in  Him  should  not  perish)  hut 
have  everlasting  life. — john.  iii.  16. 

E  T  all  the  heavenly  hofts  rejoice, 
And  let  the  earth  be  glad  : 
Let  fmners  fing  with  cheerful  voice, 
Let  faints  no  more  be  fad. 

2  Sing  of  that  boundlefs,  matchlefs  grace 
That  pitied  helplefs  man  ; 

Adam  rejoice,  thy  fallen  race 
Are  rais'd  to  blifs  again. 

3  So  were  the  fouls  of  men  belov'd, 
(O  wonder  and  adore  !) 

That  God's  own  Son  our«curfe  remov'd, 
When  we  could  hope  no  more.* 

4  The  only  Darling  of  His  heart 
Jehovah  did  not  fpare, 

Bat  gave  him  up  to  bleed  and  fmart, 
Our  punifhment  to  bear. 

5  What  could  the  Lord  of  Glory  fee 
In  fuch  a  guilty  race, 

That  He  fhould  thus  confent  to  be 
The  Author  of  our  peace  ? 

6  Why  for  fuch  traitors  did  He  bleed, 
When  angels  were  pafs'd  by  ? 

Here  let  my  admiration  feed, 
And  waft  His  praifes  high. 

7  Praife  Him,  ye  feraphs  round  His  throne, 
Who  bled  upon  the  tree  ; 


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To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Let  Heaven  and  Earth  agree. 

&1§f** 

L  X  X. 

Let  the  words  of  my  mouth,  and  the  meditations  of  my  heart, 
be  acceptable  in  Thy  sight,  0  Lord,  my  strength  and  my 
Redeemer. —  ps    xix.  14. 

1  T     O  R  D,  is  it  not  my  foul's  defiie 

I  J     To  honor  Thee  in  all  my  ways  ? 

0  let  Thy  grace  my  heart  infpire, 

So  ftrall  Thy  grace  have  all  the  praife. 

2  Thou  know'ft  I'm  ignorant  and  weak, 

Prone  to  prefer  the  thing  that's  wrong  ; 

1  often  think>  and  often  fpeak, 

And  then  reprove  -my  heart  and  tongue, 

3  Jefiis,  my  Wifdom,  make  me  wife, 

That  I  may  pleafe  the  God  I  love  ; 
In  Thee  the  hidden  treafure  lies, 
Teach  and  inftruct  me  from  above. 

4  Holy  in  heart  I  fain  would  be, 

Now  let  my  meditations  fpring, 
And  flow  acceptable  to  Thee, 

My  Pried,  my  Prophet,  and  my  King, 


L  X  X  I . 

Sin  shall  not  have  dominion  over  you.— ROM.  vi.  14. 

NO  W  let  my  faith  grow  ftrong  and  plead 
This  promife  all  divine  j 
This  is,  '-'deed,  a  time  of  need 
With  this  poor  foul  of  mine. 


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2  Shew  me,  0  God,  Thy  fmiling  face,. 

Nor  leave  me  to  my  foes ; 
Pity  my  cafe,  and  let  Thy  grace 
My  troubled  thoughts  compote. 

3  Hear  and  regard  my  earned:  cries, 

And  anfwer  when  I  call ; 
Jefns  arife,  and  fend  fupplies, 
Or  I  mall  quickly  fall. 

4  Look  how  I  groan  beneath  the  weight 

Of  lin's  oppreffive  yoke  ; 
O  how  I  hate  this  load  fo  gieat, 
When  fhall  this  chain  be  broke  ? 

5  O  why  (hould  fin  opprefs  me  fo, 

And  draw  my  heart  from  Thee  ? 
Lord,  fmite  this  foe,  and  bid  it  go 
And  fet  Thy  captive  free. 

6  My  foul  depends  upon  Thy  word, 

And  pleads  Thy  faithfulnefs  ; 
New  ftrength  afford,  my  deareft  Lord, 
And  I  will  praife  Thy  grace. 


L  X  X  I  I . 

Be  ye  angry  and  sin  not  :  let  not  the  sun  go  down  upon  your 
turath.— E  PH.  iv.  26. 

L  E  T  me  lay  my  anger  by 
And  bid  my  wrath  be  gone, 
Or  from  it  let  me  rather  fly 
Before  the  letting  fun. 


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2  Can  comfort  in  my  bofom-reil 

When  I  in  anger  fpeak  ? 
Let  me  with  tendernefs  be  bleft, 
Lord,  make  me  truly  meek. 

3  Left  I  mould  wearafalte  difguife, 

Or  once  malicious  prove, 
O  make  me  as  the  ferpent  wife, 
And  harmlefs  as  the  dove. 

4  Still  let  me  guard  my  heart  with  care, 

And  every  paffion  curb, 
Left  pride  ihould  get  dominion  there, 
And  fin  my  peace  difturb. 

— K£x*f|$*e* — 

L  X  XI  1  I. 

He  fainted  and  wished  in  himself  to  die,  and'said,  It  is  better 
forme  to  die  than  to  live. — jonak  iv.  8. 

1  TITHY,  Jonah,  does  thine  anger  rife  ? 

V  V        Whence  that  ungrateful  frown? 
Impatience  ill  becomes  the  wife  ; 
O  why  fo  fretful  grown  ? 

2  What,  though  thy  pleafant  gourd  is  gone, 

If  fo  thy  Maker's  will, 
The  Hand  that  rais'd  and  plucked  it  foon 
Can  well  defend  thee  ftill. 

3  What,  though  exposed  to  ftorm  and  wind, 

Or  parch'd  with  fultry  heat  ? 
So  God  appoints  ;  be  thou  refign'd, 
And  worfhip  at  His  feet. 


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4  My  foul !  thou  art  the  Jonah  here, 

To  thee  alone  I  fpeak  ; 
Alas  !  how  little  can  ft  thou  bear  I 
Why  is  thy  faith  fo  weak  I, 

5  Wilt  thou,  when  tried,  like  him  complain, 

And  murmur,  and  rebel  ? 

O  think  how  light  is  every  pain 

Compar'd  with  tkofe  in  Hell  I 

6  Wilt  thou  defpife  a  father's  rod, 

And  fay,—"  'Tis  belt  to  die  <u 
How  canft  thou  think  to  fly  from  God, 
Who  fills  immenfity  ? 

7  Ah  !  ceafe,  vain  wretch  !  repine  no  more, 

God  is  fupremely  wife  ; 
Believe  His   love,  His  grace  adore, 
And  wipe  thy  weeping  eyes. 

8  Or  rather  drop  an  humble  tear 

O'er  thy  unruly  will  ; 
Look  up  to  God  for  ftrength  to  bear, 
And  He'll  fupport  thee  ftilL. 


-*2x#>e* — 


LXXIV. 

How  shall  toe  sing  the  Lord's  song  in  a  strange  land. 
ps.  cxxxvii.  4. 

x   TTNFERTIL E,  intricate,  and  ftrange 
KJ       Is  this  world's  wildernefs, 
Where  woes  unnumber'd  take  their  range,. 
And  fin,  and  fad  driftreis. 


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2  My  harp  is  on  the  willow  hung, 

My  foul  oppreft  with  fear, 
How  then  can  Zion's  fong  be  fung 
In  drains  melodious  here  ? 

3  Led  captive  by  the  law  of  fin, 

I  groan  beneath  its  yoke, 
Nor  can  I  reach  the  things  divine, 
Till  this  vaft  chain  is  broke. 

4  Where  can  a  captive  pris'ner  flee, 

In  bondage  and  exile  ? 
Earth  is  a  prifon-  Lord,  to  me, 
When  Thou  refufe  to  fmile. 


5  How  can  I  raife  my  thoughts  above. 

Or  bow  this  ftubborn  will  ? 
How  can  I  fmg  of  Jefus'  love 
If  thou  His  love  conceal  ? 

6  While  I  in  grief  and  fears  complain, 

And  think  Thine  abfence  long 
Satan  infults  me  with  difdain, 
And  alks  me  for  a  fong. 


*o  » 


*j  Help,  Lord.,  nor  let  Thy  grace  delay, 
I  trull  alone  in  Thee 
O  drive  the  troops  of  Hell  away. 
And  fet>rhy  prib'ner  free. 

8  Jefus,  unloofe  my  ftamm'ring  tongue. 
And  then  I'll  raife  my  voice  : 
£        Glory  to  God  fhall  be  my  fong, 
While  all  my  powers  rejoice. 


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LXXV. 

COMPLAINING   OF   SPIRITUAL  DESERTION; 

1  \AT  HAT  ails  thIs  vile  deceitfal  ^art  -? 

V  V     Why  do  I    thus  from  God  "depart  ? 
O  how  unftable  do  I  prove  ! 
How  falfe  and  fickle  is  my  love  ! 

2  "Wretched,  I  wander  from  the  Lord, 
His  ways  neglect,  and  flight  His  word* 
Let  fin  and  vanity  invade, 

And  break  the  folemn  vows  I  made* 

3  Sure  none  are  fo  denTd  with  fin  ; 
None  fo  unholy  and  unclean  ! 
Overcome  with  pride  and  every  ill, 
Viler  I  grow,  and  viler  (till. 

4  Tn  fad  defertion  now  I  mourn  :-^ 
The  Lord,  my  Comforter, is  gone  ! 
Offended, — griev'd,— -  He  hides  His  face, 
Nor  can  I  fee  one  glimpfe  of  grace. 

5  My  mind  what  clouds  of  darknefs  veil, 
Terrors  on  every  fide  aflail  ; 

By  guilt  opprefs'd,  enfiav'd  by  fear, 
My  thoughts  run  out  to  meet  defpair. 

6  And  mud  I  here  defponding  lie  ? 
Why  do  I  not  for  mercy  cry  ? 
Forgive  my  fin,  Thou  God  of  Grace, 
For  Jefus'  fake,  unveil  Thy  face  ! 

7  Unworthy  of  the  fmalleft  good, 

I  plead  a  worthy  Saviour's  blood  ; 
On  Him  alone  my  hopes  depend, 
My  Surety,  Advocate,  and  Friend. 


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His  blood  can  cleanfe  my  foul  anew, 
His  power  can  all  my  fins  fubdue ; 
Behold  Him,  Lord,  and  fet  me  free, 
That  I  may  live  alone  to  Thee. 


LXXVl. 

0  that  I  knew  where  I  might  find  Hint,  that  I  might  come  evefi 
to  His  seat  j  /  would  order  my  cause  before  Him,  and  fill  my 
mouth  with  arguments. — job  xxiii.  3,  4. 

1  T  L  A  N  G  U  I  S  H  for  a  fight 
_L      Of  Him  who  reigns  on  high  5 

Jefus,  my  foul's  fupreme  delight, 
For  Him  alone  I  figh. 

2  O  that  I  knew  the  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God, 
And  make  the  arms  of  His  embrace 
My  foul's  fecure  abode  ! 

3  Near  to  His  mercy's  feat, 

Where  grace  triumphant  reigns, 
I'd  come  and  worfhip  at  His  feet, 
And  tell  Him  all  my  pains. 

4  The  arguments  Td  ufe 

My  troubles  fhall  fuggeft ; 

Nor  can  my  bleffed  Lord  refufe 

The  caufe  of  the  diftrefs'd. 


O  Jefus,  bring  me  near, 

New  life,  new  itrength  impart^ 
Banifh  at  once  my  flavifh  fear, 
And  dwell  within  mv  heart* 
H 


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LXXVII. 

Never  man  spake  like  this  Man. — JOHN  vii.  4J6# 

<%  "VTO  man,  nor  angel,  can  compare 
JL\I       With  our  Almighty  Lord  : 
To  fpeak  like  Him  what  feraph  dare, 
Or  imitate  His  word  ? 

2  Who  can  command  the  dead  to  rife, 

With  a  prevailing  power  ? 
Who  can  pour  light  on  fightlefs  eyes? 
The  fick  to  health  reftore  \ 

3  Whofe  word  can  fiends  infernal  tame  \ 

Or  furious  winds  controul  ? 
Unftop  deaf  ears  ;  or  cure  the  lame; 
Or  make  the  wounded*  whole  \ 

A  One  word  from  Jefus  this  performs, 
And  proves  His  power  divine  ; 
His  breath  can  ftill  the  roughed;  ftorms, 
Leviathan  confine  ! 

$  None  e\(c  could  expiate  my  guilt, 
Nor  fave  one  foul  from  Hell ; 
Not  all  the  blood  of  mortals  fpilt 
Since  our  firft  parents  fell. 

£  Jefus  for  me  fulfilPd  the  law, 
And  juftice  fatisfied ; 
My  guilt  and  mifery  He  faw, 
And  for  my  raniom  died. 

7  Love  fuch  as  His  can  ne'er  be  foundj 
His  grace  is  rich  indeed  ; 
Such  words  as  His  there's  none  can  found, 
Nor  do  as  Jefus  did* 


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LXXVI IT 


I  will  love  the  Lord,  because  He  hath  heard  my  voice,  and  r%y 
supplications.*—  ps  .  cxvi.  1. 

x   r~V^  H  E  E  will  I  love,  my  deareft  Lord, 

A       For  Thou  haft  heard  my  mournful  cries, 
My  foul  ihall  live  upon  Thy  word, 
For  Thou  haft  fent  me  frefh  fupplies, 

2  When  I  was  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

Mourning,  I  fought  Thee  all  in  tears, 
And  Thou  haft  been  my  fure  relief, 

And  Thou  haft  fweetly  calm'd  my  fears, 

3  Why,  O  my  God,  why  fhould'ft  Thou  be 

To  me  fo  infinitely  kind  ? 
Why  fuch  regard, — fuch  love  to  me  ? 
The  reafon,  Lord,  -I- fain  would  find." 

4  'Tis  to  exalt  Thy  fcv'reign  grace, 

Thy  condefcenfion  and  Thy  care ; 
To  lay  me  low  before  Thy  face  ; 

That  I  Thy  goodnefs  might  declarer 

5  O  may  Thy  love  be  ftill  my  fong,- 

Thy  honor  be  my  fole  employ, 
Jefus,  whilft  Thou  my  life  prolonga 
Till  I  in  Heaven  my  God  enjoy .- 

— «&£%ix& — 

L  X  X  I  X . 

The  upright  love  Thee. — cant.  i.  4, 

a    TESUS,  Thy  love  is  ftill  my  theme 
J      O  let  me  love  Thee  all  my  days  ! 
Worthy  art  Thou  of  my  efteem, 
Worthy  of  all  my  higheft  praife. 


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2  All  upright  fouls  Thy  praife  proclaim, 

And  I'm  a  fharer  in  Thy  joy  ; 
O  did  the  world  but  know  Thy  name, 
Thy  praife  would  all  the  world  employ. 

3  They'd  fcorn  to  mingle  with  the  duft, 

And  leave  their  Saviour  far  behind, 
They'd  foon  afTemble  with  the  just, 
And  ft  rive  their  happinefs  to  find. 

4  But,  Lord,  I  fink  with  confcious  fhame, 

My  love  is  far  below  my  will ; 
Quicken  this  evangelic  flame, 
And  let  it  burn  more  lively  flill, 

5  Jefus,  whom  I  adore  and  love, 

Increafe  my  faith,  and  every  grace, 
Till  I,  with  all  Thy  faints  above, 
Behold  the  beauties  of  Thy  face. 


L  X  XX. 

[  /  will  remember  the  works  of  tke  Lord,  surely  I  will  remember 
Thy  wonders  oj  old. —  ps.  lxxvii.  1 1. 

1  AWAY,  my  doubts,  be  gone,  my  fear, 
'  Jl\.  The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appear, 

The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought ; 
O  how  delightful  is  the  thought  ! 

2  The  wonders  of  redeeming  love, 
When  firft  my  heart  was  drawn  above  ; 
When  firft  I  faw  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  triumph'd  in  His  pajd'aing  grace* 


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3  Purfue,  my  thoughts,  this  pleafing  theme, 
'Twas  not  a  fancy  nor  a  dream  ; 

'Twas  grace  defcending  from  the  flues, 
And  fhall  be  marv'llous  in  my  eyes. 

4  Long  had  I  mourn'd,  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  my  foul  for  comfort  fought, 
Jefus  was  witnefs  to  my  tears, 

And  Jefus  fweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 

5  He  cleansM  my  foul,  He  chang'd  my  drefs, 
And  cloath'd  me  with  His  righteoufnefs  : 
He  fpoke  at  once  my  lins  forgiven, 

And  I  rejoic'd  as  if  in  Heaven. 

6  How  was  I  ftruck  with  fweet  furprife, 
While  glory  (hone  before  my  eves' ! 
How  did  I  fing  from  day  to  day, 
And  wifh'd  to  fing  my  foul  away  ! 

7  The  world  with  all  its  pomp  withdrew, 
xTwas  lefs  than  nothing  in  my  view  ; 
Redeeming  love  was  all  my  theme, 
And  life  appear'd  an  idle  dream. 

8  I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace  ; 

I  fang  my  great  Redeemer's  praife  ; 
My  foul  now  long'd  to  foar  away, 
And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 

o.  The  powers  of  Hell  in  vain  combin'd 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind  ; 
I  faw,  and  fung  in  joyful  (trains 
The  monfter  Satan  held  in  chains. 
H2 


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10  Thefe  are  the  wonders  I  record, 

The  marv'llous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ; 
O  for  a  tongue  to  fpeak  His  praife, 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  His  grace  I 


L  XXX  I. 

Who  is  This  that  comet  k  from  Edom,  with  dyed  gar' 
merits  from  Bozrali  ?  This  that  is  glorious  in  His 
Appaiel,  travelling  in  the grsatness  oj His  strength. 
ISA.  Ixiii.  1. 

1  "T7TT  H  O  is  this  heavenly  perfon,  who- 

V  V        In  garments  dyed  methinks  I  fee, 
That  comes  from  Edom,  dreft  in  woe, 
That  comes  from  Bozrali  unto  me  ? 

2  Glory  His  blood-ftain'd  robe  adorns, 

His  body  torn  with  ftripes  fevere, 
His  facred  head  befet  with  thorns, 
His  foul  in  agonies  appear. 

3  'Tis  my  Redeemer  from  above, 

Jefus,  the  Saviour  ; — yes,  'tis  He  ?— . 
Great  is  His  ftrength,  and  great  His  love ; 
He  groan'd,  He  bled,  He  died  for  me. 

4  New  life  His  blood  and  wounds  afford, 

My  fins  have  made  His  forrows  bleed, 
I'll  go  and  meet  my  dearefl  Lord, 
And  tell  Him  how  I  hate  the  deed. 

5  His  dying  love  my  foul  conftrains, 

While  thus  I  view  Hisfuffeiings  o'er, 


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*To  hate  the  caufe  of  all  His  pains, 
To  love  His  precepts  more  and  more. 

5  Now  I'm  engag'd  by  facred  ties, 

I  charge  my  heart  no  more  to  ftray 
From  Him  who  dwells  above  the  fkies, 
Nor  grieve  nor  tempt  my  Lord  away. 


ixxxn, 

/  counsel  thee  to  buy  of  Me  gold,  tried  in  the f  re,  that  thou 
mayest  be  rick  ;  and  white  raiment,  that  thou  mayest  be 
clothed  :  and  anoint  thine  eyes  with  eycsalvet  that  thou 
mayest  see.— rev.  iii.  i»8- 

1  ARISE,  my  foul,  to  Jefus  fly, 
JT\.     And  caft  thy  fears  away  ; 
He  will  thine  every  want  fupply, 

Make  hafte,  no  longer  flay, 

2  Look  how  He  (lands,  and  fmiles  to  give 

His  glory  and  His  grace  ; 

He  counfels  finners  to  receive 

His  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

3  Jefus  the  pureft  gold  appoints 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor  ; 
Who  with  His  heavenly  falve  anoints 
In  darknefs  walks  no  more. 

4  Ye  drooping  fouls  that  feek  the  Lord, 

Take  courage  and  believe, 
For  God  is  faithful  to  His  word, 
Great  grace  you  {hall  receive. 


80  SONGS   IN    THE    NIGHT, 


5  The  wretched,  deflitute,  and  blind 
Are  thofe  whom  Chrift  invite, 
A  friend  in  Him  they're  fure  to  find 
Whofe  power  is  infinite. 

— xe>$fS>e>< — 

LXXXIII. 
LONGING    FOR   PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

My  soul  longeth,yea  even  fainteth  for  the  courts  of  the  Lord, 
psal.  lxxxiv.  2. 

j    1\ /f"Y  God,  how  reftlefs  is  my  mind  ! 
JlVJL      Penfive  I  lie  from  day  to  day, 
And,  loth  to  be  fo  much  confin'd, 
I  figh  my  lonely  hour.s  away. 

2  'Tis  for  Thy  courts,  O  Lord,  I  long  ; 

When  fhall  I  in  Thy  houie  appear  ! 
When  fhall  I  join  the  waiting  throng, 
And  mix  in  humble  worihip  there  ? 

3  Pd  praife  Thee  for  the  meaneft  place, 

To  ftand  as  waiter  at  Thy  gate  ; 
Could  I  but  there  behold  Thy  face, 
I'd  think  the  favour  truly  great. 

4  I  long  to  tread  that  happy  ground 

Where  oft  my  foul  has  richly  fed  ; 
To  hear  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
To  tafte  fubftantial,  living  bread. 

5  There  have  I  often  left  my  fears, 

When  I  have  gone  o'erwheim'd  with  grief, 
There  have  I  left  my  wants  and  cares, 
And  in  returning  fung  relief. 


SONGS    IN    THE    NIGHT.  8l 


6  But  now  I'm  left  at  home  to  mourn, 

.  While  in  Thy  courts  Thy  faints  rejoice  ; 
I  pafs  my  fabbaths  quite  alone, 

In  faid  complaints  I  fpend  my  voice. 

7  Jefus  do  Thou  my  ftrength  renew  ; 

Remove  my  weaknefs,  heal  my  pain, 
That  I  may  ferve  and  praife  Thee  too, 
O  bring  me  to  Thy  houfe  again. 

8  O  bring  Thyfelf  Thy  graces  near, 

And  teach  my  foul  to  wait  Thy  will  ; 
Then  fhall  I  ferve  and  praife  Thee  here, 
And  own  Thee  juft  and  righteous  ftilL 


LXXX1V. 

GOING   TO   THE      LORD'S    SUPPER   AFTER 
LONG   CONFINEMENT. 

1  -T7T THERE  fhall  I  go  but  to  my  Lord, 

V  V        Who  bled  and  died  that  I  might  live  ? 
O  let  me  now  attend  His  word, 
He  has  eternal  life  to  give. 

2  Come,  BleiTed  Spirit,  and  confine 

My  meditations  on  His  love  ; 
That  I  may  fing  of  grace  divine, 
And  worfhip  Him  like  thofe  above. 

3  My  thoughts  from  trifling  obje&s  turn, 

Give  me  the  conqueft  over  pride  ; 
O  may  I  look  on  Him  and  mourn  ! 
For  Him  I  pieic-'d  and  crucified* 


&2  SQNCS   IN    THENICHTV 


4  O  for  the  eye  of  faith',  to  kt 
My  Saviour  in  His  prieftly  drefs  fc 

As  hanging  on  th'  accurfed  tree, 
To  work  my  robe  of  righteoufnefs* 

5  Enter,  my  foul,  Hfs  gates  with  praife, 
And  thankfully  adore  His  name 
Whofe  mercy  lengthens  out  thy  days,  • 
Wbofe  love  to  thee  is  ftill  the  fame. 


— *2x*f|l<S*- 


lxxxv. 

There  is  at  Jerusalem  a  pcol  which  is  called  Bethesda* 

JOHN     V.    £. 

xf\   COULD  I  to  Jerus'lem  go, 
\J      And  reach  Bethefda's  pool, 
There  the  afflicted  left  their  woe, 
The  wounded  were  made  whole.. 


2  In  Vain  my  wretched  unbelief 

Might  thus  for  ever  figh  : 
Chrift  is  the  fource  of  all  relief, 
That  fource  is  ever  nigh. 

3  See  how  His  blood  divinely  flow, 

How  plentiful  and  pure  ; 
I  need  not  to  Jerus'lem  go, 
To  feek  a  better  cure. 

4«  Here  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 
A  fountain  rich  and  free  ; 
With  healing  virtue  well  fupplied, 
For  finners  fuch  as  me. 


SONGS   IN  THE    NIGHT.  ."83 

-5  'Now  let  me  rife  and  praife  His  name, 
And  plunge  into  this  flood  ; 
.1  need  not  wafh  in  Jordan's  ftream, 
While  here  are  ftreams  of  blood. 

U  This  is  a  Bool  of  high  renown, 
Its  virtue  is  moft  fure  ; 
-Come,  finners,  plunge  directly  down* 
Receive  an  mftant  cure. 

— «>©«@t»©< — ' 

LXXXVI. 
Prepare  to  meet  thy  GOD! — amos  iv,  12. 
>3  "]V  /TY  life  declines,  my  ftrength  is  gone* 
JLVi     Difeafe  and  pains  prevail  5 
Death  threatens  to  arreft  me  foon, 
My  heart  and  flefh  doth  fail, 

2  Soon  muft  I  leave  this  body  here, 
Soon  muft  my  foul  away  ; 
O  awful  thought  ! — my  foul  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  ! 

£  Soon  muft  I  pafs  the  folemn  teft, 
How  foon,  my  judge  ean  tell  1 
When  He  with  fmiles  fhall  call  me  bleft, 
Or  frown  me  down  to  hell. 

4  O  how  fhall  I  prepare  my  heart 
Eternal  life  to  gain  ? 
Jesus,  Thy  grace,  Thy  ftrength  imparl 
Or  all  I  do  is  vain. 

£  I  cannot  for  one  fin  atone, — 
'I  fwell  with  pride  no  more  -j 


84  SOU  OS   IN   THE  NIGHT. 


All  the  heft  duties  I  have  done 
I've  reafon  to  deplore. 

6  Jesus,  on  Thee,  alone  I  lean, 

Do  Th  ou  my  foui  prepare  ; 

0  cleanie  my  heart  from  every  fin, 
And  nx  Thy  dwelling  there. 

7  Renew'd  and  juftified  by  grace, 

Complete  I  then  fhall  ftand, 
Before  th'  Almighty  Father's  face, 
When  He  my  life  demand. 

— *©*H*e* — 

LXXX  V  I  I. 

J  loathe  itt  I  would  not  live  al&ays.— job  vii.  16. 

i  TITHEN  will  my  fweet  releafe  be  figa'd* 
V  V       To  quit  this  houfe  of  clay  ? 
When  fhall  my  fpirit,  unconfin'd, 
To  glory  wing  her  way  ? 

a  O  how  t  loathe  this  mortal  life, 
1  hate  this  flavifh  fear  ; 

1  long  to  end  this  tedious  ftrife 

With  fin  and  forrow  here. 

3  I  long  to  fee  a  fmiling  God, 

In  everlaftihg  light; 
When  fhall  I  reach' His  bleft  abode, 
And  gain  tfr  enraptur'd  fight  ? 

4  My  tow'ring  thoughts  difdain  to  roll 

Amongft  thefe  earthly  toys  ; 
Jefus  is  dearer  to  my  foul 
Than  life  with  all  its  joys, 


SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT,  85 

5  Make  hafte,  my  days,  fly  fafter  {till* 

And  bring  me  to  the  place, 
To  that  delightful,  holy  hillj 
Where  Jefus  fhews  His  face* 

6  Why  am  I  chain'd  to  Earth  fo  long, 

Expos'd  to  every  fnare  ? 
When  fhall  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there  ? 

— >o<@K2y — 

LXXX  VIII. 

O  that  I  had  wings  like  a  dove%for  then  would  Ijly  atuaj 
and  be  at  rest. — ps.  Iv.  v. 

i   |^\  F  reft  I  hear,  of  reft  I  talk, 
V/      But  reft  I  cannot  fee  ; 

O  how  laborious  is  my  work, 
Eai  th  has  no  reft  for  me. 

2  Hard  do  I  toil  with  fins  and  woes. 

With  unbelief  and  fears  ; 
Satan  doth  all  my  work  oppofe, 
My  couch  is  wet  with  tears. 

3  Weary  with  watchfulnefs  I  mourn^ 

And  long  to  be  away, 
Were  I  like  doves  on  pinions  borne? 
I'd  fly  without  delay. 

4  I'd  mount  above  this  earthly  ball, 

And  make  my  way  to  God  ; 
Fain  would  I  reft  my  weary  foul 
In  His  fupreme  abode. 
I 


u 


SaNGS   IN  THE   NIC«T« 


5  But,  why,  impatience,  doft  thou  rife  ? 

Depart,  thou  fource  of  ill  ! 
Why  fhould  I  fly  and  cleave  the  ikies, 
Before  my  Father's  will  ? 

6  What  if  on  earth  I  yet  muft  dwell, 

If  Jefus  is  but  near, 
Cheerful  -I'll  fight  with  fin  and  Hell, 
And  overcome  my  fear. 

7  No  harm  can  come  within  the  bounds 

Which  His  own  hands  have  fet ; 
My  foul  fhall  hide  beneath  His  wounds* 
And  find  a  fafe  retreat. 


— xsx#-ex- 


LXXXIX. 
LONGING    TO    BE    DISSOLVED. 


t    f\  W  H  A  T  a  vain  and  empty  world  is  this  ! 
V>^    And  muft  I  travel  on  this  barren  ground  r 
It  can  afford  no  true,  fubftantial  blifs  ; 
Nothing  but  fin  and  forrow's  to  be  found. 


2  How  little  do  I  here  enjoy  of  God  ! 

At  diffolution  I  could  now  rejoice  ; 
I  long  to  leave  this  gloomy,  dark  abode, 
And  bid  farewell  to  Earth  and  all  its  noife. 

3  Fain  would  I  fing, — "  Farewell  vain  world,  adieu ! 

"  Farewell  to  all  the  allurements  to  fin  : 
*  Farewell  my  friends  ! — a  (hort  farewell  to  you : 
"  We  part  awhile,  but  foon  fhall  meet  again. 


SONGS   IN    THE    NIGHT.  87 

4  "  Farewell  to  pains,  to  weaknefs,  and  to  cares  ; 
"  Farewell  reproach,  and  poverty,  and  fhame  ; 
"  Farewell  to  ficknefs,  mifery,  and  tears  ; 
**  Farewell  rev ilers  of  my  worthlefs  name." — 

£  Come  Death,  thou  welcome  meflenger,  appear, 
I  would  embrace  thee  with  extended  arms  ; 
T'  untie  the  filken  bands  that  hold  me  here, 

Inftead  of  horror,  thou  (halt  come  with  charms. 

6  My  finis  pardon'd,  and  thy  fting  is  gone, 

I  fing  the  vicVry  through  my  Saviour's  blood  1 
Eager  I  pant  for  my  celeftial  crown  ; 
O  when  mall  I  appear  before  my  God  ! 


xc. 

LONGING    FOR    GLORT. 

1  TT  ASTE  that  delightful,  awful  day, 
XJL  When  this  my  foul  mail  leave  her  clay,- 
Mount  up  and  make  her  laft  remove, 

And  join  the  church  of  Chrift  above. 

2  Vain  world  !  what  are  your  toys  to  me  ? 
'Tis  Jefus  that  I  want  to  fee  : 

I'd  leave  my  friends,  my  life,  my  all, 
And  thus  addrefs  this  earthly  ball  : — 

3  "  Farewell,  no  more  I  tread  your  ground, 
"  No  more  I  need  the  gofpel  found  ; 

"  My  feet  have  reach'd  the  heavenly  more, 
"  I  know  no  imperfection  more. 

4  "  Let  friends  no  more  my  fufferings  mourn, 
"  Nor  view  my  relicks  with  concern : 


S3  SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT, 


"  0  ceafe  to  drop  the  pitying  tear, 

"  I'm  got  beyond  the  rtfach  of  fear." — 

Through  tribulation  (harp  and  long 
I'm  brought  to  join  the  finlefs  throng  ; 
Glory  to  God  for  every  woe, 
For  every  pain  I  felt  below. 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
My  robes  are  fpotlefs  through  His  blood  ; 
'Tis  through  His  free  and  fov'reign  grace 
I  now  behold  his  blifsful  face. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain 
In  glory  infinite  to  reign  : 
To  Him  unceafmg  praife  be  given, 
By  all  on  Earth,  and  all  in  Heaven. 

— xSx^'O* — 
XCI. 

OW  have  I  fpent  in  fighs  and  tears 
A  tedious  feries  of  my  years  j 
Oft  have  I  fought  a  kind  releafe, 
But,  ah  !  my  forrows  ftill  increafe. 

2  Through  my  whole  frame  my  weaknefs  grow, 
Sicknefs  and  pain  increafing  too, 

Troubles  on  every  fide  await, 
And  woes  infuperably  great. 

3  Where  is  the  pity  of  a  God  ? 

See,  how  I  groan  beneath  His  rod  ! 
How  long  will  He  in  wrath  chaftife, 
And  difregard  my  mournful  cries  ? 

4  Oppreft,  impatient,  lo  !  I  cry, 

And  wifli,  and  pray,  and  long  to  die  $ 


SONGS   IN  THE   NIGHT*  89 


When  wilt  thou,  Death,  thefe  eyelids  clofe, 
And  fet  me  free  from  all  my  woes  ? 

5  Thus  did  my  difcontented  heart 
From  God  through  unbelief  depart ; 
jefus,  my  Shepherd,  faw  me  {tray, 
And  drew  my  thoughts  a  different  way* 

6  Why  do  I  droop,  and  pine,  and  faint  ? 
Why,  O  my  foul  this  ram  complaint  ? 
Be  ftill,  left  thou  the  Lord  provoke, 
And  urge  from  Him  a  heavier  ftroke* 

7  Shall  one  fo  vile  as  I  complain  ? 
I,  that  deferve  eternal  pain  ; 
Shall  I  arraign  the  Almighty  here, 
And  charge  Him  with  a  hand  fevere  ? 

8  No  :  'tis  in  mercy,  now  I  fee, 
Each  woe  is  fent  that  troubles  me  ;• 

'Tis  for  fome  good,  fome  gracious  end,— - 
'Tis  from  my  Father  and  my  Friend. 

9  'Tis  He, — the  infinitely  good, 

The  great,  the  Juft,  the  holy  god  !  — 
Peace,  then,  my  foul !  thy  grief  remove, 
Thine  is  a  God  of  truth  and  love. 

10  Is  this  His  way  to  purge  my  drofs  f 
Then  let  me  welcome  every  crofs  t 
Let  unbelief  no  more  repine, 

Nor  fpurn  at  goodnefs  fo  divine. 

1 1  With  frame  I  wipe  away  my  tears, 
And  caft  on  God  my  grief  and  fears ; 
My  foul  lies  proftrate  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  that  all  His  ways  are  ju'ft. 

12 


gt  SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT. 


XCII 


J  am  affliBed  and  ready  to  die  from  my  youth  up* 
fs,  lxxxviii.  15. 

3   ][TOW  are  1117  powers  all  tun'd  to  mourfl 
ATI      O'er  my  afflicted  lot  ! 
Up  from  my  youth  my  health  is  gone, 
And  pleafure  is  forgot. 

3  How  are  my  blooming  years  difgracM 
With  pains  and  heavy  cares  ! 
How  is  my  fprightlinefs  defac'd 
With  fighs,  and  groans,  and  tears  ! 

3  How  is  my  envy  prone  to  rife 
When  I  the  healthy  view  ; 
How  do  I  raiie  my  plaintive  cries, 
And  wifti  for  foundnefs  too. 


4  If  all  the  Earth  could  be  my  lot, 

With  all  its  glittering  wealth, 
I'd  not  withhold  the  fmalleft  fpot,  * 

But  give  it  all  for  health.  j 

5  If  gold  could  but  my  health  reftore, 

And  let  me  free  from  pain,  I 

I'd  beg  the  boon  from  door  to  door, 
And  purchafe  health  again. 

6  But  where  is  now  my  humble  truft 

In  God's  abfiighty  voice  ? 
Why  do  I  think  of  yellow  duft, 
Which  often  health  deftroys  ? 


SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT.  91 


7  How  vain  are  all  the  drugs  and  fkill 

Of  great  phyficians  here  ! 
If  God  denies  a  bleffing  ftill   , 
I  languifh  in  their  care. 

8  Jefus  with  whom  companions  dwell, 

And  power  to  wound  and  heal, 
Speak  Thou  the  word,  and  I  am  well, 
Diftrefs  no  more  I  feel. 

9  Speak,  Lord,  and  Thou  fhalt  have  the  praife? 

In  mercy  fet  me  free  ; 
So  fhall  the  remnant  of  my  days 
Be  fpent  alone  to  Thee. 

— >o^>ex — 

XCIII. 

Lord,  I  am  oppressed,  undertake  jor  me* 
is.  xxxviii.  14. 

1  T  E  S  U  S,  my  Advocate  and  King, 
*J       Of  power  omnipotent  poffeft, 
To  Thee  my  every  woe  I  bring, 

Who  undertakes  for  fouls  oppreft. 

2  Lord,  I'm  oppreft  with  pains  and  cares, 

Oppreft  with  fin,  oppreft  with  grief, 
Oppreft  with  unbelief  and  fears, 
O  undertake  to  fend  relief. 

3  My  heart  is  hard  and  ftubborn  ftill, 

Foolifh  and  vain  my  thoughts  arife  ) 
O-  condefcend  to  bow  my  will, 
O  undertake  to  rriake  me  wife, 


gfc  SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT. 


4  Great  Mediator  now  appear, 

Let  me  Thy  foil  falvation  know  ; 
O  manifeft  Th  y  power  here, 

And  lay  me  at  Thy  footftool  low, 

5  Jefus,  I  leave  my  caufe  with  Thee, 

Plead  Thy  dear  wounds  before  the  throne  ^ 

0  intercede  with  God  for  me, 

And  fhower  thefe  needful  bleffings  down* 

XC1V. 

0  my  God,  I  am  ashamed^  and  blush  to  lift  up  my  face  i& 

rk.-EZRA  ix,  6. 

1  T    E  T  me  lie  proftrate.on  the  ground, 
J j     And  veil  my  blufhing  face, 

So  deep,  fo  dreadful  is  my  wound, 
I  feek  a  hiding  place. 

2  vTwas  fin  that  made  this  wound  in  me^ 

Then  let  me  hate  its  name  ; 
'Twas  fin,  O  whither  fhall  I  flee  ? 
I  lie  confus'd  in  fhame. 

3  Afham'd  to  lift  my  face  to  God, 

So  great  my  crimes  appear  : 

1  dread  the  vengeance  of  His  rod, 
His  furious  wrath  I  fear. 

4  What  am  I  in  Jehovah's  hand  ? 

The  facred  page  will  tell  : 
He  can  at  once  my  foul  demand, 
And  fink  it  down  to  Hell. 


SONGS-  IN    THE    NIGHT,  93 


5  Well  may  I  tremble  at  His  power, 

He's  holy,  juft,  and  wife  1 
Why  has  He  fpar'd  me  to  this  hour, 
Whofe  guilt  for  vengeance  cries  I 

6  Let  His  long-fuffering  love  and  grace 

Each  grateful  thought  employ, 
Which  far  more  willingnefs  difplays 
To  fave  than  to  deflroy. 

7  Jefus  yet  (lands  before  the  throne, 

And  pleads  for  ilnners  there  ; 
Then  let  me  lean  on  Him  alone 
Till  He  fubdues  my  fear. 

8  By  faith  in  Him  I'll  now  prefume 

To  lift  my  eyes  to- Heaven  ; 
He  will  my  fecret  groans  perfume, 
And  fliew  my  fins  forgiven. 

— >o-^o< 

xcv. 

1  will  speak  in  the  bitterness  of  my  soul.—  job  x.  i, 

N  this  extreme  diftrefs  of  foul 
How  can  1  but  complain  ! 
I  can  no  more  my  fpeech  controul,. 
No  more  from  tears  refrain. 

2  Great  is  my  anguifh,  deep  my  grief, 

O  whither  fhall  I  flee  ? 
Far  is  my  foul  from  all  relief, 
No  help  on  Earth  I  fee. 

3  My  fpirits  and  my  ftrength  are  gone> 

And  I  from  day  to  day 


94  SONGS    IN    THE   NIGHT-, 


Sit,  quite  difconfolate,  alone, 
And  figh  my  hours  away. 

4  O  grievous  lot !  O  heavy  woe  I 

Muft  I  this  crofs  fuftain 

So  long  as  I  a  feeling  know, 

So  long  as  life  remain? 

5  Why  do  my  forrows  yet  increafe, 

And  flow  on  every  fide  ? 
Why  is  my  foul  depriv'd  of  peace? 
Of  comfort  why  denied  ? 

6  Why  am  I  chaften'd  everyday  ? 

My  nights  why  fpent  in  pain  ? 
Why  fnould  deliverance  longer  ftay  ? 
Are  all  my  prayers  vain  ? 

7  Why  fb  myfterious  are  T»hy  ways,  - 

And  dreadful  in  my  fight  ? 
Shew  me,  that  I  may  lifp  Thy  praife,  - 
And  ferve  Thee  with  delight. 

8  O  chafe  this  darknefs  from  my  mind;, 

And  raife  my  thoughts  above, 
That  I  may  full  falvation  find, 
And  celebrate  Thy  love. 


— >o-#i-ex- 


xcvi. 

Surely  lam  more  brutish  than  cb/.-prov.  xxx.  2, 
R  I  N  G  all  the  brutifh  and  unwife 


B 


Who  neither  know  nor  love 
That  God  who  made  the  earth  and  Aries, 
Who  reigns  fuprerne  above  j 


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-t  Set  forth  their  bafe  ingratitude 
In  all  its  blacked  hue, 
I'd  mingle  with  this  hateful  brood, 
As  vile'ft  of  the  -crew. 

,3  Alas !  they  -never,  never  felt 

The  power  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
They  never  faw  their  nature's  guilt3 
Nor  felt  their  helpleflhefs. 

4  They  ne'er  enjoy'da  Saviour's  love  ; 

They  ne'er  eonvers'd  with  Heaven  $ 
"Ne'er  heard  Jehovah  from  above 
Pronounce  their  fins  forgiven. 

5  But  I  thefe  mercies  have  enjoy'd 

In  wifdom's  facred  ways  ; 
Then  how  were  all  my  powers  employ'd 
In  grateful  drains  of  praife  ! 

6  Jefus,  I  knew,  endured  my  fhame 

Upon  th'  accurfed  tree, 
How  did  I  venerate  His  name 
Who  fuffer'd  there  for  me  1 

7  My  heart  awhile  with  ardottr  burn'd, 

T£s  grace  I  could  not  hide, 
Yet  I  to  fin  again  return'd, 
And  all  His  work  denied. 

13  Now  let  me  take  the  lowed  place, 
And  chide  my  brutilh  heart, 
Which  thus  abus'd  the  riched  grace 
That  Mercy  could  impart. 

9  Here  is  ingratitude,  indeed, 
In  all  its  deeped  dains  5 


96  SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT, 


Here  let  my  forrows  ever  feed 
While  life  and  breath  remains. 

10  Yes  :  I'll  repent  till  Jefus  fmile, 
And  ftiews  my  fins  forgiven : 
Til  mourn  ingratitude  fo  vile,— « 
If  poffible, — in  Heaven. 


XCVII. 

Hide  me  under  the  shadow  ofTky  wings.™ -vs.  xvii.  &. 

i    T  E  S  US,  my  Hiding-place  Thou  art, 
J      My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  All  : 
My  mis'ries  fwell,  O  take  my  part; 
In  mercy  fave  me,  or  I  fall. 

£  My  foul  is  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

My  heart  with  forrows  well  nigh  broke  ; 
Hafte  and  appoint  fome  kind  relief, 
Or  I  muft  die  beneath  the  ftroke. 

3  Pity  my  weaknefs,  O  my  God, 

My  woes  unable  to  fuftain; 
Lighten  the  great,  the  heavy  load, 
And  mix  fome  pleafure  with  my  pain. 

4  Leave  not  my  drooping  foul  alone, 

Left  I  difhonor  Thy  great  name  ;  || 

Left  Satan  mock  myndoleful  moan, 
And  laugh  exulting  o'er  my  fhame. 

j  Hide  me,  I  tremble  at  Thy  power, 

I  fe*r  Thy  rod,  Thou  King  of  Kings'? 
Hide  me,  till  all  Thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
Beneath  the  fbadow  of  Thy  wings. 


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XCVI1I. 

He  will  regard  the  prayer  of  the  destitute.—  ?  s.  cii,  ] 

)   1     TOW  fuitable  this  word  to  me, 
jLJL     A  deititute,  diftrefTed  worm  ! 
Lord,  I  will  make  my  moan  to  Thee  ; 
Do  Thou  Thy  promife  now  perform. 

2  Hear  me,  for  I  am  deftitute, 

Opprefs'd  with  grief  and  heavy  woes  ; 
Do  not  defpife  my  humble  fuit, 
For  I  in  Thee  my  truft  repofe. 

3  I  can  to  none  but  Thee  complain^ 

O  let  Thy  faithfuluefs  appear  ; 
Look  with  companion  on  my  pain* 
And  bring  Thy  tender  mercies  near, 

4  Regard  me  in  my  low  e.ftate, 

Perplex'd  and  griev'd  ori  every  fide  J 
Hclplefs  and  poor,  my  wants  are  greatj 
Let  them  by  Thee  be  all  fupplied. 

5  On  Thee  alone  for  help  I  call, 

Pll  truft  an  arm  of  Hefh  no  more  ; 
Fain  would  I  make  my  God  my  all, 

But  Thou  my  God  muft  give  the  power, 

6  O  let  Thy  Spirit  now  defcend, 

And  work  a  ftronger  faith  within  j 
Be  Thou  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
And  now  eternal  life  bring  in. 

K 


$8  SONGS   IN   THE  NIGHT, 


XCIX. 

Let  the  sighing  of  the  prisoners  come  before  Thee, 
ps.  lxxix,  11. 

i   HP1 0  Thee,  my  God,  I  make  my  moan, 
X       Lend  Thou  a  gracious  ear-: 
Let  eveiy  figh,  let  every  groan, 
Before  Thy  throne  appear. 


-2  For  friends  my  forrows  fwell  too  high, 
My  woes  they  cannot  bear  ; 
Helplefs  and  deititute  I  lie, 
Expos'd  to  every  fnare. 

,3  Whilft  Thou,  O  Lord,  my  foul  forfakc 
1  mud  indulge  my  grief; 
O  let  my  heart  with  for  row  break, 
So  I  may  gain  relief. 

4  If  here  I  muft  not  fee  Thy  face 

Be  life  no  longer  given  ; 
Finifh  at  once  Thy  work  of  grace,- 
And  take  me  up  to  Heaven. 

5  Hafte,  Lord,  my  foul  is  all  diftrefs'd, 

Diftracling  fears  arife  ; 

0  let  Thy  bofom  be  my  reft, 
No  other  can  fuifice. 

6  Come,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  come, 

How  tedious  is  Thy  ftay  ; 

1  long  till  Thou  fhalt  take  me  home? 

And  fend  my  fears  away. 


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Turn  Thee  unto  me,  and  have  mercy  upon  me,  for  lam  desolate 
and  cjflitfed. —  ps.  xxv.  16. 


o 


GOD,  how  mournful  is  my  cafe  ! 
How  high  my  forrows  rife  ! 
Shew  me  again  Thy  fmiling  face, 
And  hear  my  doleful  cries. 


2  How  great  my  weaknefs  and  my  pain  i 

How  far  from  all  relief! 
No  friend  to  hear  my  foul  complain, 
Or  mitigate  my  grief. 

3  Near  to  the  gate  of  death  I  lie, 

And  fear  to  enter  in  : 
Hear  me,  O  God,  before  I"  die, 
And  cheer  my  foul  again. 

4  Doth  God  in  wrath  my  foul  abhor  ? 

Why  am  I  thus  diftrefl  ? 
For  Jefus*  fake,  Thy  hand  withdraw,. 
And  give  my  Spirit  reft. 

5  Turn  unto  me  Thy  gracious  eye, 

O  Thou  Eternal  God  ! 
Before  I  faint,  before  I  die 
Beneath  Thy  chaft'ning  rod. , 

6  While  o'er  Thy  fainting,  dying  duft, 

The  rifing  billows  roll, 
Help  me  to  make  Thy  name  my  truft, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  foul, 


100  fcOXGS    IN   THE   NIGHT* 


7  While  I  exert  my  feeble  powers, 
And  fend  my  groans  above, 
Lighten,  O  Lord,  my  gloomy  hours, 
With  Thy  forgiving  love. 


CI, 

1  would  seek  unto  God}  and  uvto  God  would  I  commit  my  cause, 
which  doeth  great  things,  and  unsearchable  -t  jrarvcllous 
thhg;  &i:hout  number.— -J  OB  v.  8,  9. 

1  r-^  O  God  I'd  feek  in  each  diftrefs, 

JL       To  God  I'd  find  a  near  accefs ; 
*  He  has  an  arm  which  can  fuftain, 
And  He  allows  me  to  complain. 

2  He  never  gave  my  foul  a  charge 
Not  on  my  forrows  to  enlarge  ; 

He  bids  me  bring  my  troubles  near, 
And  fpeak  without  referve  or  fear. 

3  Welcome  I  am  in  ev'ry  cafe 

To  meet  Him  at  His  throne  of  grace  ? 
He  will  not  one  complaint  oppofe, 
Nor  tire  while  I  repeat  my  woes. 

4  O  for  a  fupplicating  frame, 

For  ftronger  faith  in  Jefus*  name  ! 

Lord,  take  each  obftacle  away, 

My  foul  would  now,  in  earneit,  pray. 

j  'Twas  from  Thine  hand  my  trials  came* 
Thine  hand  can  foon  remove  the  fame  5 
Thou  art  a  wonder-working  God, 
And  faithfulnefs  attends  Thy  rod, 


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Thou  doft  what  none  can  imitate, 
Things  as  unfearchable  as  great ; 
Thy  marvellous,  myfterious  ways 
Tranfcend,  while  they  demand,  all  praife. 


en. 

'The  cup  which  My  Father  hath  given  me  shall  I  not  drink- 
it  t — john  xviii.  li. 

1  T  S  this  unpleaflr.g  cup  now  given 

X      By  Thee,  my  Father,  Lord  of  Heaven  ? 

0  let  me  then  in  filence  ftand, 
And  meekly  take  it  at.Thine.hand. 

2  If  Thou  wilt  help  me  to  believe 

1  can  this  bitter  draught  receive  ; 

Though  mix'd  with  wormwood  and  with  gall, 
My  foul  in  faith  can  drink  it  all. 

3  Thou  know'ft  I. am  but  feeble  duft, 
Too  apt  Thy  goodnefs  to  miftruft  ; 
But  let  not  darknefs  veil  my  mind, 
Let  me  not  think  my  God  unkind. 

4  Still,  Saviour,  let  me  fee  Thy  face, \ 
And  reft  my  foul  in  Thine  embrace  ; 
Send  down  frefh  cordials  from  above, 
And  mix  this  woe  with  figns  of  love. 

$  Doft  Thou  not  bear  Thy  children's  grief? 
Then  I  from  Thee  fhall  gain  relief; 
Yes,  by  Thy  grace  and  love  divine, 
Though  all  unworthy,  I  am  Thine. 
K   2 


102  SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT. 


6  Vengeance  is  not  prepar'd  for  me, 
My  cup  of  wrath  was  drank  by  Thee ; 
0  let  my  foul  forbear  to  frown, 
And  drink  this  milder  mixture  down. 

7  Lord,  while  its  bitter  flavour  lafl, 
Let  Thy  rich  love  be  my  repaft  ; 
Oft  as  the  tafte  return  again 

Let  heavenly  joys  abforb  the  pain. 


cm. 

Why  art  thou  cast  down,  0  my  soul,  and  why  art  thou  disqui- 
eted within  me  :  hope  then  in  God,  for  I  shall  yet  praist 
Him. — ps.  xlii.  n. 

i   "T7T7"  H  Y  thus  caft  down,  my  foul  ? 
V  V       Why  do(l  thou  yield  to  fear, 
And  ponder  o'er  the  roll 
Of  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 
Shake  off  thy  grief, 
And  foar  above, 
There's  fure  relief 
In  fov'reign  love. 

a  "Why  do  I  thus  complain 

And  bow  my  drooping  head  \ 
Cheer  up,  my  foul,  again, 
Thy  Saviour  is  not  dead  : 
Jefus,  thy  Lord, 

Is  ftill  the  fame, 
Believe  His  word, 
And  trull  His  name. 


SONGS    IN    THE   NIGHT.  IO3 


3  What,  though  He  hides  His  face, 

Nor  will  one  fmile  afford, 
Thou  yet  may'ft  plead  His  grace, 
And  venture  on  His  word  : 
Still  all  thy  truft 

On  Him  repofe, 
And  own  Himjuft 
In  all  thy  woes. 

I  Why  fhould  diftreffing  thoughts, 
Why  fhould  diftracling  cares 
Still  aggravate  thy  faults, 
And  urge  thy  flowing  tears  ? 
No  longer  fight 

Againft  His  rod  ; 
But  ftill  delight 
And  hope  in  God. 


civ. 

Will  the  Lord  cast  cffjor  ever,  and  will  He  be  favourable  m 
more  F—ps.  lxxvii.  7. 

1  TESUS,  when  I  can  fee  Thy  face, 
J   And  feel  the  influence  of  Thy  grace, 
I  can  all  outward  woes  fuftain, 

And  own  Thee  juft  in  every  pain. 

2  But,  O  how  high  my  forrows  rife, 
How  fad,  how  doleful  are  my  cries, 
How  infuppor table  my  fmait 

When  Thou  refufe  to  cheer  my  heart ! 

3  The  frowns  of  friends  whom  I  revere 
May  caufe  mj  eyes  to  drop  a  tear : 


104  SONGS  IN    THE   NIGHT, 


But  the  difpleafure  of  my  God 
Proves  to  my  Soul  the  (harped  rod. 

4  Lord,  wherefore  doft  Thou  hide  Thy  face  ; 
Why  doft  Thou  (till  withhold  Thy  grace  ? 

1  aik, — while  I  my  fins  deplore, — 
Is  mercy  gone  for  evermore  ? 

5  Will  God  no  more  regard  my  woes  ? 
No  more  fuftain  ?  No  more  compofe  ? 
What ! — am  I  from  His  prefence  drove*. 
No  more  to  tafte  or  feel  His  love  ? 

6  Jefus,  I  dill  refolve,  by  grace, 

To  truft  Thy  word,  and  feek  Thy  face,-. 
Low  at  Thy  feet  I'll  plead  Thy  care, 
And,  if  I  muft,  I'll  perifh  there, 

— K2xKp<e* — 
cv.. 
Chastened  and  not  killed.— 2  cor,  vi.  9. 

»  /^MHASTEN'D  I  am  from  day  to  day* 
V^/      From  year  to  year  I  groan  ; 
When  will  my  troubles  ceafe  or  (lay  ? 
When  will  my  griefs  be  gone  ? 

2  Such  pain  and  ficknefs  waftes  my  ftrength, 

Such  weaknefs  bows  me  down  ; 

My  fpirit  dreads  the  tedious  lengtrj, 

As  morn  and  night  comes  on. 

3  Anxious  I  wifli,  with  fad  concern, 

To  end  thefc  gloomy  days  ; 
When  will  my  Lord  again  leturn, 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praife  ? 


SONGS    IN    THE    NIGHT.  IO5 


4  In  faithfulnefs  hath  He  not  faid 

He  will  not  always  chide  ? 
Then  let  me  raife  my  drooping  head,. 
And  in  His  word  confide. 

5  He  will,  in  mercy,  yet  return, 

Though  now  He  hides  His  face  : 
I  fhall  not  always  chaften'd  mourn, 
His  wcrd  infures  my  peace. 

6  My  fufFering  time  will  foon  be  o'er? 

Soon  fhall  my  foul  away  ; 
Then  ihall  1  figh  and  fin  no  more, 
But  fipg  through  endlefs  day. 

— x£s^o<— ■ 

.cvi. 

He  rcstcnlh  my  soul,  He  kadeth  me  in  the  path,  of  righteous- 
ness.— PS..xxiii.  3. 

i  VT  O  W  fhall  my  foul  adore  the  grace, 
JL^l  And-fing  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  bid  me  feek  Jehovah's  face, 

Which  firft  allur'd  my  thoughts  above. 

2  Lord,  I  confefs  my  wandering  ways, 

And  chide  my  vile,  backfliding  heart, 
I  mingle  grief  with  humble  praife, 

And  mourn  my  fins  with  inward  fmart. 

3  Thy  pard'ning  mercy  I  embrace, 

And  waft  ten  thoufand  thanks  above, 
Rejoicing  in  reftoring  grace, 
Triumphant  in  recovering  love. 

4  To  Thee,  Thou  Holy,  Juft,  and  True, 

(.Rajs'd  from  the  borders  of  the  grave) 


J06  SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT. 


I  dedicate  myfelf  anew, 

And  teitify  Thy  power  to  fave. . 

5  The  paths  of  righteoufnefs  I'll  tread 

So  long  as  life  to  me  is  given  : 
Jefus  will  help  in  every  need, 

Till  through  His  love  I  enter  Heaven. 

6  Then,  whgri  I  reach  thofe  blifsful  plains 

Where  feraphs  vie  to  fhout  His  praife, 
I  too,  in  their  exalted  ftrains, 
For  ever  lliall  extol  His  grace* 

— *S>^<2>«— - 
cvir. 

He  maketh  me  to  He  down  in  green  pastures,  He  leadeth  me  be- 
side the  still  zcaiers  — ps.  xxiii.  2. 

i    TESUS,  my  mourning  foul  doth  iead, 
J    And  tells  me  where  my  faith  mud  feed, 
Strait  I  behold  His  love  divine, 
And  hear  Him  whifper, — "  I  am  thine. 

a  "lam  thy  Rock,  thy  Hiding-place, 
"  Come  view  the  riches  of  My  grace  !— 
"  On  Me  I  took  thy  guilt  and  fhame, 
"  Obey'd  and  fuffer'd  in  thy  name. 

3  "  'Twas  for  thy  fins, — it  was  for  thee 
**  I  hung  upon  the  accurfed  tree  : 

"  Come,  feaft  upon  My  bleeding  love, 
"  And  let  My  grace  thy  grief  remove  !'* 

4  My  mourning  now  ftiall  turn  to  praife, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  His  grace  ; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  heart,  and  tongue, 
Praife  Him  to  whom  all  praife  belong  i 


SONGS   IN   TItE   NIGHT.  l6f 


j  How  fweet  the  paftures  where  I  rdve  ! 
How  rich  the  fruits  of  Jems'  love  ! 
Here  would  my  foul  for  ever  ftay, 
No  more,  my  Shepherd,  let  me  ftray. 

6  Lord,  let  me  never  change  my  place. 
Till  I  behold  Thee  face  to  face  ; 
And  when  I  join  the  finlefs  throng 
Wonder  and  love  mail  tune  my  fong. 


*9r 


cvnr. 

/  bear  in  my  body  the  marks  cftkeL&rd  Jesus. 
gal.  vi.  17. 

1  r-p  HOUGH  T  of  finnefs  am  the  chief, 

X    Marks  I  fudain  of  Jefus' grief ; 
To  His  my  woes  fome  likenefs  bear, 
And  in  His  fufferings  I  fhare, 

2  Was  He  in  grief  forfook  by  all, 
Contemn'd  and  fcorn'd  by  great  and  fmall  I 
I  too  in  filent  fadnefs  mourn, 

ReviPd,  defpis'd,  and  left  alone. 

3  Did  He  in  poverty  appear  ? 
This  is  a  badge  I  daily  wear, 
Did  perfecution  Him  purfue  ? 
Behold  I'm  perfecuted  too. 

4  Did  He  for  fins  on  others  found 
Receive  a  deep,  a  mortal  wound  ? 
In  me  this  mark  is  alfo  known, 

1  fmart  for  foiiies  not  my  own. 


iOB  SONGS    IN    THE   NIGHT, 


5  Was  He  frith  fore  temptations  vex'd  ? 
With  fad  fuggeftions  I'm  perplex'd. 
His  life  was  one  fad  fcene  of  woe  : 
Mine  is  a  fcene  of  for  row  too. 

6  But  let  me  fink  with  confcious  fhame 
Before  the  Great,  Eternal  Name . 
Let  me  my  pride  and  boafting  quell, 
And  mourn,  while  I  the  difference  telL 

7  Though  Jefus  did  in  itfljfows  roll* 
Holy  and  fmlefs  was  His  foul  *, 
But  I,  a  wretch,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
Am  all  unholy  and  unclean. 

3  How  did  the  furTering  Saviour  mine 
In  love  and  meeknefs  all'  divine  ! 
But  my  impatient,  wretched  heart 
Is  prone  at  every  crofs  to  ftart. 

9  What  though  by  others'  fins  I'm  pam'd, 
By  me  their  guilt  is  hot  fuftain'd  : 
But  Cnrift  beneath  His  Father's  frown* 
Suffer'd  for  others'  fins  alone. 


io  He  is  Supreme  of  Heaven  and  Earth  j 
I  am  a  worm,  and  nothing  worth  ; 
Life  for  the  dead  His  fuffcrings  bought, 
But  mine,  alas  !  can  merit  nought. 

1 1   Like  His,  fuch  agonizing  pain 
No  moital  ever  could  fuftuin  : 
Then  blufh,  my  foul,  from  hence  forbear 
With  Chritl's  afflictions  to  compare, 


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C  1  X 


1  will  look  to  the  Lord,  I  will  wait  for  the  God  of  my  Salvi* 
tion,  my  God  will  hear  me.*— mic.  vi.  7. 

1   "a  JT  Y  God  ! — for  I  can  call  Thee  mine,- * 
JLVx     My  Father  and  my  Friend  5 
Am  I  not  Thine,  forever  Thine  ?— • 
To  Thee  my  groans  afcend. 

3  When  helpers  fail  on  every  hand 

I  look  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
My  doubts  and  fears  through  faith  withftand* 
And  truft  Thy  faithful  word. 

J  In  all  my  (traits,  in  all  my  woes* 
For  Thee,  my  God,  T  wait ; 
My  foul  can  all  her  truft  repofe 
On  faithfulnefs  fo  great. 

4  My  God  ! — How  pleafing  is  the  found  !-* 

What  can  I  wifh  for  more  ? 
In  Thee,  my  God,  my  foul  has  found 
An  everlafting  ftore. 

'j  My  God,-^I  ftill  repeat  the  cry,— 
Bring  Thy  falvation  near  ; 
My  God,  do  Thou  my  wants  fupply, 
And  manifeft  Thy  care; 

6  My  God  will  hear  me  when  1  call ; 

My  God  will  fend  relief : 
While  THou,  my  God,  art  All  in  AH 
I  cannot  yield  to  grief. 

7  This  word  can  lighten  every  care  !— o 

While  I  can  fay, — My  God,— 
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410  SONGS   IN    TkE   NlGH^?; 


Fulnefs  in  poverty  I  (hare, 
And  fatisfying  food. 

S  Eternal  thanks  to  Thy  great  Name, 
Whofe  grace  hath  made  me  Thine  e 
Nothing  fhall  put  my  foul  to  fname 
While  I  can  call  Thee  mine. 
9  Let  grateful  thanks  to  Jeius  rife, 
Who  bought  me  with  His  blood. 
Who  gave  His  life  afaciifice 
Ere  I  could  fay, — My  God. 

IO  Joyful  in  tribulation  now 

I  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 

Of  mercy,  and  of  judgment  too, 

With  cheerful  voice  t  fing. 

i  i  My  God,  Thou  haft  rebukvd  my  fears,- 
They  fled  at  Thy  command : 
I  leave  my  foul  with  all  her  cares 
In  Thine  almighty  hand. 


In  every  thing  give  thanks,  for  this  is  the  willo/Godt 

I  THESS.  V.    I'd. 


'I 


THINK  my  table  richly  fpread, 
And  blefs  the  Lord  for  wholefome  breads 
While  nothing  more  appears  ; 
With  thib  I  am  not  left  to  ftarve, 
This  is  far  more  than  I  deferve^ 
And  better  than  my  fears. 

i  I  fear'd  left  difcontent  mould  turn* 
And  caufe  my  appetite  to  fpurri 
Againft  a  meal  fo  dry } 


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J3at  fan&ified  by  prayer  'tis  fweet, 
More  fo  than  all  the  fav'ry  meat 
That  dainty  miners  buy. 

3  "My  God,  how  infinitely  kind 
Art  Tlioa  to  reconcile  my  mind 

To  all  Thy  iov'reign  will  ! 
Content  with  nothing  I  mall  be 
If  I  may  but  converfe  with  Thee, 

And  have  Thy  prefcnce  ftill. 

4  No  one  mall  hear  my  tongue  complain 
If  Thou  my  fpirit  will  fuftain, 

And  fill  my  foul  with  peace  ; 
My  gratitude  mail  ftill  afcend, 
I'll  love  and  pvaife  Thee  to  the  endr 

Till  all  my  wants  mail  ceafe, 

5  Humbly  for  thofe  I'd  intercede 
Who  fufFer  poverty  and  need 

Without  contentment  given  : 
O  teach  them  by  their  wants  to  pray, 
And  then  do  Thou  Thy  power  difplay, 

And  fend  them  bread  from  Heaven. 

6  In  earned  I  would  bear  in  mind 
The  poor,  the  fick,  the  long  confin'd> 

With  fuch  I  fympathize  ; 
Tofuch  1  feel  companion  move, 
To  fuch  I  would  appear  in  Jove, 

And  wipe  their  weeping  eyes* 

j  O  may  their  forrows  fweetly  lead 
Their  hungry,  fainting  fouls  to  feed 
On  Chrift,  the  Living  Bread  j 


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So  fhall  they  patiently  endure, 
And  find  their  happinefs  fecure 
In  Him,  their  Living  Head. 

8  Come,  O  ye  helplefs  and  diftrefs'd, 
Lean  on  a  Saviour's  loving  hreaft, 

In  Him  there's  fweet  repofe  ; 
He  will  fupport,  He  will  fuftain, 
He^ll  bear  a  part  in  every  pain, 

And  fanctify  your  woes. 

9  The  time  is  fhort.  you  foon  fhall  rife, 
And  bid  farewell  to  weeping  eyes, 

Ancl  reach  the  heavenly  fhore  ; 
O  pleafing  thought,  my  foul,  prepare 
To  meet  thy  fellow-fufferers  there, 

And  aid  them  to  adore. 

io  There  fhall  our  now-complaining  fouls 
Drink  of  thofe  overflowing  bowls 

Of  God's  unchanging  love  ; 
There  Jefus,  our  Exalted  Head, 
Shall  feed  us  with  delicious  bread, 

And  all  our  wants  remove. 

— «Sx@><3* — 

CXI. 

RENOUNCING    THB    WORL». 

I   rri  ELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
X    Of  finful  mirth,  and  carnal  joys; 
The  things  I  lov'd  before  ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  His  animating  grace, 
And  I  deftre  no  more. 


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2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praife  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  eafe  and  health, 

For  thefe  have  all  their  fnares; 
Let  me  but  know  my  fins  forgiven, 
But  fee  my  name  enrolled  in  Heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow'rs, 

For  thefe  are  trifling  things  ; 
The  little  room  for  me  defign'd 
Will  fuit  as  well  my  eafy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guefls, 
Of  fumptuous  feafts  and  gaudy  drefs, 

Extravagance  and  wafte ; 
My  little  table,  only  fpread 
With  wholefome  herbs  and  wholefome  bread,- 

Will  better  fuit  my  tafte. 

5  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  underftand, 
.    And  faith  to  truft  the  Lord  :-. 
I'd  fet  alone  from  day  to  day, 
Or  urge  my  company  to  (lay,. 

Nor  wifh  to  rove  abroad. 

KS^'O- 

CXII. 
The  King  hath  brought  me  into  His  chambers ;  we  will  be 
glad  and  rejoice  in  Thee;  we  will  remember  Thy  love 
more  than  wine — CANT.i.  4. 

1   np*  H  E  Lord  of  Lords,  and  King  of  Kings 
X     Into  His  fecret  chamber  brings 
His  worfhippers  fmcere  3 


114  SONGS    IN    THE   NIGHT, 


Then  their  cnraptur'd  fouls  rejoice, 
And  fing  His  praife  with  heart  and  voice> 
And  hold  communion  dear. 

2  To  me,  lefs  than  the  lead  of  all, 

This  favour  comes,  when  faith  can  call 

On  God  for  quickening  grace  ; 
"  Draw  me," — my  foul  in  earneft  cried,— 
"  Draw  me,  my  God,  I  would  abide 
"  Alone  in  Thine  embrace." — 

3  My  God  in  mercy  heard  my  cry, 

And  fent  and  drew  my  thoughts  on  high 

Into  His  holy  place  ; 
I  enter'd,  but  with  holy  fear, 
And  faw  my  dear  Redeemer  there, 

And  feafted  on  His  grace  ! 

4  Jefus,  my  foul  mail  ne'er  forget 
A  favour  fo  divinely  great : 

I'll  keep  Thy  love  in  mind, 
And  prize  it  as  my  chiefeft  good, 
Above  my  neceflary  food, 

Above  the  richeft  wine. 


C  X  i  1 1 . 

And  Ust  1  shoild  be  exalted  above  measure.,  through  the  abun- 
dance of  the  revelations,  there  was  given  to  me  a  thorn  in 
theftsh,  the  mi%senger  of  Satan  to  bvjftt  me,  lest  1  should 
be  exalted  above  measure.— 9.  cor.  xii.  7. 


J 


E  S  U  S  exalts  His  fav'rites  high, 
And  lifts  their  fouls  above, 


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When  dreft  in  grace,  approaching  nigh, 
He  manifefts  His  love. 

2  Seafons  like  thefe  great  joy  create, 

Our  hearts  within  us  burn, 
Our  fouls  oft  think  in  fuch  a  ftate, 
Night  will  no  more  return.— 

3  "  Jefus  is  come  and  teftifies 

"  He  never  will  depart  ; 
"  I  now  am  fpotlefs  in  His  eyes, 
"  And  welcome  to  His  heart. 

4  "  Much  of  His  grace  to  me  is  given, 

"  What  happinefs  I  feel  ! 
"  Cheerful  I'll  walk  the  road  to  Heav'n, 
"  Nor  fear  the  pow'rs  of  Hell. 

5  "  Now  fhall  His  graces  mine  abroad, 

"  And  all  the  world  fhall  fee, 
*'  How  much  I  love  my  deareft  Lord, 
"  Who  fuffer'd  death  for  me."- 

6  This  is  the  zeal  young  converts  fhow, 

While  glory  ftrikes  their  eyes  ; 
?Tis  but  a  little  that  they  know  ; 
Experience  makes  them  wife. 

7  When  wifdom  fends  a  pungent  thorn, 

To  drive  their  pride  away  ; 
How  foon  they  think  themfelves  forlorn  ; 
Who  fo  oppreft  as  they  ? 

8  Let  but  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  rage, 

And  Jefus  hide  His  face  ; 
With  Hell  they  tremble  to  engage, 
Where,  now,  their  boafted  grace  .? 


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9  Now  they  complain — How  vain  their  minds, 
Corruption  grows  too  ftrong  ; 
Satan  again  their  fpirit  binds, 
How  mournful  is  their  fong  ! 

io  Now  they  perceive  their  ftrength  is  fmall, 
And  cry  for  help  from  Heaven  ; 
Jefus  in  mercy  hears  them  call, 
And  grace  again  is  given. 

!  i  With  humbling  views  of  felf  and  fm> 
They  now  bewail  their  pride  ; 
And  now  with  ftronger  faith  begin 
In  Jefus  to  confide. 

12  'Tis  needful  then  to  bear  the  thorn, 
Humility  to  learn  ; 
Leaft  felf-conceit  mould  rife  to  fcora, 
And  we  to  fin  return. 


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CX1V. 

And  he  came  thither  unto  a  cave,  and  the  zootd  of  the  Lord 
came   to  him  and  said,  what  dost  thou  here,  Elijah  f 

I    KINGS  XJX.  9. 


'M 


This  is  forbidden  ground  ; 
Behold,  what  dangers  now  appear  ! 
What  darknefs  waits  around  { 

2  What  doft  thou  in  this  cave 
Of  unbelief  and  fear  ? 
Jefus  is  able  ftill  to  fave, 
On  Him  call  all  thy  care. 


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3  Arife,  and  hade  away, 

Purfue  the  heavenly  road  ; 
Thy  duty  now  forbids  thy  ftay  j 
Obey  the  voice  of  God. 

4  He  will  His  aid  afford, 

And  (hew  a  fmilingface  ; 
Nor  fhouldft  thou  find  thy  tafk  fo  hard 
Wouldft  thou  but  truft  His  grace. 

5  Mourn  then  thine  unbelief, 

And  from  its  power  depart  ; 
Henceforth  let  fin  have  all  thy  grief, 
And  Jefus  all  thy  heart. 

6  Lord,  give  me  faith  to  rife, 

Let  love  affift  my  flight  ; 
I'd  quit  this  earth  and  cleave  the  fkies, 
And  fing  in  endlefs  light. 

— *©^-0< — 
cxv. 

Against  Thee%  Thee  only  have  I  sinned  and  done  this  evil  in 
Thy  Jjghi.  —  vs.  li.  4. 

i  Y?1  AINST  Thee,  Thou  Holy,  Juft,  and  Wife, 
VJP"  'Gainft  Thee,  how  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 
'Gainft  Thee,  whom  angels  bow  before  \ 
'Gainft  Thee,  whom  faints  with  awe  adore  ! 

%  'Gainft  Thee,  Thou  good  and  gracious  God  ? 
'Gainft  Thee,  my  only  fafe  abode  ! 
'Gainft  Thee,  on  whom  my  all  depend ! 
'Gainft  Thee,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend  ! 

3  'Gainft  Thee,  who  made  Thy  richeft  grace 
To  fhine  fo  bright  before  my  face  ; 


Xl8  S.ONC.S   IN    THE   NIGHT. 


Who  gave  Thy  Son  my  foul  to  fave, 
From  Hell,  from  fin,  und  from  the  grave  I. 

4  Who  did  I  let  my  Saviour  go  ? 
Why  did  I  grieve  His  Spirit  fo  ? 
Why  did  my  heart  f6  ftubborn  prove 
To  fin  againft  fuch  wond'rous  love. 

5  Why  did  I  fo  forget   the  Lord  ? 
Why  did  T  fo  negled  Irs  word  ? 
Why  fcoin  to  bow  the  ftubborn  knee 

To  Him  who  bcw'd  the  Heaven's  for  me  l; 

6  Why  am  I  not  in  deep  defpair  ? 
Why  does  a  gleam  of  hope  appear  I 
Was  ever  creature  fo  deprav'd  ? 
Was  ever  fuch  a  (inner  fav'd  ? 

7  G  let  me  now  in  dutl  repent, 
And  mourn  my  will  to  evil  bent  ; 
Weep  on,  mine  eyes  !   relent,  my  heart, 
And  let  my  confcience  feel  the  fmart  ! 

8  While  Jefus  {hews  His  pard'ning  blood 
I'll  mourn  rny  vile  ingratitude  : 

Lord,  take  this  wand'ring  heart  of  mine> 
And  fet  it  as  a  feal  on  Thine. 

— x£>«^o — 

CXVI. 

Thffe  are  they  which  came  out  of  great  tribulation,  and  have 
washed  their  roues,  and  made  them  white  in  the  blood  of 
the  Lumb.-~ re  v.  vii.  14. 


'L 


O  O  K,    O  my  foul,  within  the  veil, 
View  that  unnumber'd  throng. 


SONC.S    IN   THE    NIGHT.  Ii§ 


\Vhofe  jo ys  can  never,  never  fail, 
While  jefus  is  their  fong. 


2  O  happy  fouVs  !  for  ever  freed 
From  fin  and  every  fnare, 
They  reign  with  their  exalted  head 
And  palms  of  victory  bear. 


3  They  glory  in  their  conq'ring  God, 
And  fee  Him  as  He  is  : 
Their  robes  are  fpotlefs  through  His  bloody 
Their  happinefs  like  His. 


4  But  I  am  in  a  world  of  woe, 

Acquainted  ftili  With  grief; 
Ami&ion  I'm  ordain'd  to  know, 
When  (hall  I  get  relief  ? 

5  They  once  were  fore  diftrefVd,  like  mej 

Till  Heaven  fubdued  their  fear  ; 
They  fail'd  o'er  tribulation's  fea 
Before  they  landed  there. 


<5  Then  may  I  live  by  faith  on  God, 
On   every  promife  given  ; 
And  Rill   confide  in  Jefus'  blood, 
And  wait  refign'4  for  Heaven, 


jefus  will  furely  bring  me  there 

In  His  appointed  time  ; 
On  Him,  my  foul,  caft  all  thy  care? 

Rely  alone, on  Him. 


m 


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CXVII. 

Behold,  lain  alive for  evermore, —rev.  i.  iS» 

t   T     JESUS,  art  afcended  high, 
J.  «    No  more  to  fuffer,  bleed,  or  die* 
I  live,  I  live,  My  name  is  Love  : 
I  reign  with  God  Supreme  above* 

i  Behold,  I  live  for  evermore, 
My  love's  an  everlafting  ftore, 
I  live,  to  plead  the  finner's  caufe, 
To  magnify  Jehovah's  laws. 

5  I  live  to  hear  my  children's  criesi 
I  ^ve  to  wipe  their  weeping  eyes, 
I  live  to  fanclify  their  woes, 
I  live  to  conquer  ail  their  foes. 

4- 1  live  to  help  in  each  diftrefs, 

I  live  t'  enrich  their  fouls  with  grace  i 

I  live  to  pour  my  Spirit  down, 

I  live  t*  infure  their  heavenly  crown. 

$  O  let  believing  fouls  rejoice, 
And  glory  in  their  happy  choice  ! 
Let  gratitude  their  hearts  *  npire, 
And  raife  their  hallelujahs  b;ghef. 

$  My  foul  fhal!  blefs  the  joyful  hour 
When  firft  I  felt  the  GofpeVs  power  ; 
And  fmg  His  grace  thiough  endlefs  day, 
Who  taught  a  child  to  praiie  and  pray. 


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CXVIII. 
PRAISING  GOD  FOR  A  PLENTIFUL   HARVEST, 

i  V~\  LEI*  Jehovah's  liberal  hand 

\J  Be  own'd  and  furtg  through  all  the  land 
'Tis  He  that  fends  a  plenteous  ftorei 
His  name  let  every  foul  adore. 

2  Let  undeferved  goodnefs  raife 
Our  admiration  and  our  praife  s 
Such  vile,  rebellious  iinners  are 
Unworthy  of  the  fmalleft  (hare. 

3  But,  how  does  mercy  yet  abound  ! 
How  is  the  year  with'  plenty  cr  own'd  -' 
For  man  and  bead  a  rich  fupply 

Is  wifely  order'd  from  on  high. 

4  'Tis  God  who  makes  the  Earth  to  yield, 
He  gives  increafe  to  every  field  ; 

The  fragrant  herb,  the  fruitful  tree, 
From  God  receive  fertility. 

5  Help  us  to  feed  with  grateful  hearts* 
On  what  Thy  bounteous  hand  imparts. 
And  let  Thy  mercies  all  combine 

To  ripdn  us  for  joys  divine. 

6  0  let  Thy  goodnefs  teach  the  poor  . 
The  riches  of  Thy  grace  t'  implore  ! 
And  let  the  rich  from  henceforth  prove; 
In  fpirit  poor,  and  rich  in  love. 

M 


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cx  I  X. 

TO    YOUNG    WOMEN. 

Beauty  is  vain ,  but  the  woman  that /caret  h  the  Lord,  she  $haU 
be  praised. — pro  v.  xxxj.  30. 

TJ  O  W  oft  doth  beauty  lead  to  fin, 
JTjL     And  tempt  the  heart  to  ft  ray  5 
It  charms  awhile,  then  hides  again, 
And  foon  it  fades  away  ! 

2  Not  all  the  art,  and  pains,  and  care 

Of  men  can  make  it  fure  ; 
Nor  can  the  faireft  of  the  fair 
The  tranfient  blifs  fecure. 

3  Sicknefs  and  pain  may  foon  difgrace 

The  mod  admired  charms ; 
Soon  muft  they  fleep  in  death's  embrace, 
And  lofe  their  lovely  forms. 

4  Hew  vain  is  beauty,  then,  my  Mufel 

Unworthy  of  thy  lays  ; 
Turn,  and  a  nobler  fubjeft  chufe, 
Let  virtue  have  thy  praife. 

£  How  wife  is  (he  whofe  conftant  care 
Purfues  the  heavenly  road  ; 
She  (hall  the  Eternal's  favour  mare* 
And  every  real  good. 

£  She  ever  fhuns  the  fnares  of  vice  \ 
How  circumfpect  her  ways  ! 
Wife  in  fimplicity  fhe  is  ; 
Unfought  her  gen'ral  praife. 


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7  If  fhe  is  call'd  to  mingle  fouls, 
How  cautious  is  her  choice  : 
No  vain  pretence  her  love  controuls, 
She  l'corns  the  flatterer's  voice. 

S  United,  fee,  illuftrious  mines, 
The  tender,  prudent  wife  ; 
Humility  her  foul  refines, 
Grace  governs  all  her  life. 

9  What  undiiTembled  love  fhe  bears 
To  him  who  has  her  hand : 
How  does  fhe  foften  all  his  cares, 
And  all  his  woes  attend ! 

i6  Is  fhe  a  friend  ? — How  kind  and  true  ! 
Her  charity  how  pure  1 
Her  friendship  is  not*  like  the  dew 
That  pafTes  in  an  hour. 

i !  She  mail  be  prais'd  when  beauty  fails, 
And  years  and  age  encreafe  : 
She  mall  be  bleft  while  grace  prevails, 
And  end  her  days  in  peace. 


cxx. 

FOR    THE    KfATIOSV 

The  eyts  of  the  Lord  are  upon  the  righteous,  and  His  cars  are 
open  to  their  cry. — ps,  xxxiv.  15. 

1    Q  A  Y,  is  this  wild,  corrupted  nation 
O     Bleft  with  a  few  who  feek  the  Lord  ? 
Say,  is  there  one  in  every  ftation 
Who  loves  tf  obey  Jehotah's  word  ?' 


1J>4  SONGS    IN    THE    NIGHT, 


2  Are  "all  agreed  t'increafe  the  fadnefs 

Of  this  dark  and  gloomy  time  ? 
Do  all  run  on  in  headftrong  madnefs, 
And  fcorn  repentance  for  the  crime. 

3  Is  this,  indeed,  our  fad  condition  ? 

No  :  let  me  blefs  the  God  of  Grace  ! 
There  are  a  few  who  with  contrition 
Lament  for  fin  before  His  face. 

4  Let  me  encourage  the'r  confeflion, 

Their  ftrong  entreaties  for  this  land  ! 
Though  'tis  a  rime  of  great  tranfgreffion, 
Yet,  furcly,  God  is  ftill  at  hand. 

5  Ye  humble  fouls,  pray  without  ceaiing, 

To  you  the  Lord  will  lend  an  ear  ; 
While  Ins  and  judgments  are  increafing, 
O  pray  in  faith  and  perferere. 

€  O  pray,  nor  be  too  much  dejected, 
Afk  all  in  Jefus'  worthy  name  ! 
Your  ruit  fhall  never  be  rejected, 

Through  Him  we  may  forgivenefs  claim. 

7  Come,  finners,join  in  .each  petition, 

Nor  tempt  the  Lore!  by  your  delay  : 
He  gives  repentance  and  remifhon 
To  all  who  do  fincerely  pray. 

8  Let  every  foul  in  every  ftation 

Join  their  affi dance  : — who  can  tell 

But  God  may  turn  and  blefs  this  nation, 

And  fend  contention  down  to  Hell. 


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C  X  X  I .  I 

NATIONAL    FAST,  FEB.   10,   I779. 

Let  the  skies  pour  down  righteousness. — isa,  xlv.  8, 

J    TESUS,  Thou  God  of  Nations  bend, 
J   The  Ikies,  and  let  the  rain  defcend, 
But  not  Thy  wrath. — In  mercy  blefs 
This  land  with  fhowers  of  righ'teoufnefs, 

2  Pour  down  fome  tokens  of  Thy  love  j  £ 
Impending  punifhment  remove  : 

Pour  down  the  Spirit  of  Thy  grace, 
That  every  foul  may  feek  Thy  face. 

3  Forbid  that  Britain 'e-er  fhould  be 
Forfaken*  utterly  by  Thee  ! 
Let  not  Thy  fore  difpleafure  reft 
Upon  a  nation  fo  diftreft. 

4  Her  woes,  her  poverty,  her  need, 
With  Thy  compailion  we  would  plead  > 
Enrich   her,  Lord,  in  every  place. 
With  all  the  plenitude  of  grace. 

5  Water  each  facred  fpot  of  ground 
Where'er  the  feeds  of  truth  are  found  > 
And  make  the  fruits  of  Zion's  hill 
The  glory  of  Britannia  ftill, 

6  Why  fhould  this  once  high-favoured  Ifle 
Be  ever  banidi'd  from  Thy  fmile  ? 
Let  not  our  fin  our  ruin  prove, 
In  wrath  defcend  not,  but  in  love> 

Ma 


126  SONGS  IV  THE  NIGHT. 


[The  twelve  following  pieces  have  been  added  since  the  first 
edition  was  published.] 


CXXIT. 

Hold  Thou  me  up  and  I  shall  be  safe.~~2S.  cxix  1 17. 

1  np  O  Thee,  again,  my  gracious  God, 

A       I  lift  my  heart  and  eyes, 
Thou  art  my  only  Safe  abode, 
Thou  only  juft  and  wife, 

2  In  Thee  for  every  needful  grace 

My  drooping  foul  confide  ; 
Keep  me,  O  Lord,  in  every  place, 
Secure  on  every  fide.  i 

3  Be  Thou,  my  Guardian,  ever  near, 

Thy  prefence  I  intreat ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me  in  Thy  fear, 
Uphold  my  Aiding  feet. 

4  The  paths  I  tread  are  ftrew'd  with  fhares, 

In  mercy  take  my  part : 
Let  not  applaufes  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  cenfures  vex  my  heart. 

5  Left  I  mould  once  difgrace  Thy  caufe, 

Make  me,  O  Lord,  to  grow 
Deaf  both  to  cenfure  and  applaufe, 
And  dead  to  all  below. 

6  I'd  feek  the  honor  of  Thy  name, 

And  leave  my  own  to  die  : 
Help  me  to  fink  with  humble  fhame, 
And  raife  Thy  praifes  high. 


SONGS  IN  THE   NIGHT.  1%J 


CXX1II. 
UNDER    DARKNESS. 

JESUS,  I  now  addrefs  Thy  throne, 
And  feek  my  help  in  Thee  alone, 
As  wretched  finners  do  ; 
Hear  and  regard  my  earneft  cries, 
Send,  gracious  God,  fome  frefti  fupplies 
And  cheer  my  hopes  anew. 

Thou  art  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
O  turn  my  darknefs  into  light ! 

I  wait  Thy  Spirit's  cheering  rays  ; 
Come,  Thou  Inftructor,  all  divine, 
Enlarge  thefe  icanty  thoughts  of  mine, 

And  turn  my  iighs  to  fongs  of  praife. 


Hade,  Sacred  Dove,  dart  through  the  ikies, 
Hafte,  and  affift  my  faith  to  rife, 

She's  all  una&ive  here  ; 
O  fix  her  on  her  Author's  bread, 
On  Him  fhe  can  fecurely  reft 

Withou*-  the  interrupting  pains  of  jealoufy  and 
fear. 


;xxxiv. 

s  TTTITHOUT  the  aid  of  fovereign  gTac«> 
V  V       In  vain  I  wiSh,  in  vain  I  try 
To  raife  my  cheerful  the  lights  on  high, 
Or  gain  a  fmile  from   Jefus'  face  j 


128  SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT. 


In  Thee,  my  God,  are  all  my  fprings, 
At  Thy  command  my  paflions  move  : 

0  let  Thy  Spirit's  gentle  wings 
Bear  me  above  created  things, 

And  fix  me  where  I  may  enjoy  Thy  love. 

2  Fix  me  on  that  delightful  ground 
Where  once  I  fpoke  the  joys  I  found, 

Amidft  thofe  fruitful  bowers  ; 
There,  there  again  I  long  to  ftand, 
And  tafte  the  fruits  of  Canaan's  land, 
And  pleafe  my  choice  in  gathering  heavenly  flowery. 

3  There  would  my  thoughts  unwearied  rove, 
And  blefs  the  peaceful,  happy  grove, 

Thera  would  my  comforts  grow  divinely  ftrong  : 
There  have  I  feenthe  King  of  Kings, 
And  heard  a  thoufand  glorious  things : 

1  know  how  fweet  the  bleffings  are, 
And  grow  impatient  to  be  there  ; 

Why  Ihould  I  wear  this  earthly  chain  fo  long  ? 

— >©»j@t>ex — 

C  X  X  V . 

As  many  as  I  love  1  rebuke  and  chasten. -,'rev .  iv.  lo, 

i   TTE  A  R  this,  ye  fav'rites  of\he  Lord, 
A.  .1     Who  mourn  beneath  Rfs  rod, 
Hear,  and  rejoice  at  every  w  orcj, 
And  truft  your  loving  Qocj. 

2  HAndand  difmifs  yv;>  gloomy  fears, 

Each  word  rebukei  ^/flowing  tears, 
And  your  complVipillgtongueS4 


SONGS    IN    THE   NIGIJT.  12$ 


3  Come,  ye  that  doubt  Jehovah's  love, 

Becaufe  you're  fore  diitreft, 
Here  is  a  cordial  from  above 
To  eafe  your  troubled  breaft. 

4  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  Only  Wife,— 

"  I  will  my  children  prove, 
"  I  will  rebuke,  I  will  chaftife 
"  As  many  as  I  love. 

5  "  I'll  punifli  and  fubdue  their  pride, 

"  I  will  be  known  their  God  ;. 
"  Love  to  their  precious  fouls  Hull  guide 
"  My  fin-avenging  rod; 

6  "  To  them  I'll  manifed  my  care* 

"  As  faithful  fathers  do, 
"  I'll  teach  them  .reverence  and  fear, 
"  And  they  fhali  love  Me  too. 

7  «  Thus  will  I  fave  their  fouls  from  Hell, 

"  And  bring  them  fafe  to  Heaven  : 
"  There  (hall  they  love  and  praife  Me~well 
"  For  each  correction  given." — 

8  Cheer  up,  my  foul,  and  hope  anew, 

For  Heaven  rebukes  thy  moan  ; 
Cheer  up,  and  learn  obedience  too, 
And  live  by  faith  alone. 

— >0$fJiO< — 
cxxvi. 

COMPLAINING  OF  SIN,    AS   BEING   EVER  PRESENT. 

i    /~\  COULD  I  find  fome  peaceful  bow'r 
\J    Where  fin  has  neither  place  nor  pow'r  1 


13©  SONGS  IN   THE   NIGHT, 


This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  fnun^. 
But  cannpt  from  its  prefence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
It  ftands  betwixt  my  God  and  me  ; 
Where'ere  I  rove,  where'er  1  reft, 

I  feel  its  workings  in  my  bread. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  foar  above, 
To  view  the  heights  of  Jefus'  love, 
This  monfter  ieems  to  mount  the  Ikies, 
And  veil  His  glory  in  my  eyes* 

4  O  !  to  be  freed  from  this  vile  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  fo  low  ; 
Lord,  take  me  to  my  heavenly  home, 
Where  not  one  iipful  thought  can  come. 

CXXVI  1. 

LORD'S    DAY. 

[WRITTEN    UNDER    CONFINEMENT.] 

1  "T  TT  T  H  Y  does  this  room  fo  often  prove 

V  V       A  dungeon,  Lord,  to  me  ? 
When  will  thefe  bars  of  ficknefs  move, 
To  fet  Thy  prifoner  free  ? 

2  Jefus,  I  long  to  hear  Thy  word, 

I  long  to  feel  its  pow'r, 
Be  Thou  my  Healer,  deareft  Lord, 
And  bring  the  happy  hour. 

3  Till  then  do  Thou  my  foul  fuftain, 

All-patient  to  endure  ; 
Bleft  my  confinement  and  my  pain, 
And  all  my  hopes  infute. 


SONGS  IN   THE  N  IGHT.  igl 
I 

4  Vifit  me  here,  Thou  King  of  Kings-, 

With  rays  of  light  divine  ; 
Spread  o'er  my  foul  Thy  healing  wings 
And  tell  me  Thou  art  mine. 

5  Let  eacV.  returning  fabbath  prove 

A  nay  of  reft  to  me, 
Till  I  behold. Thy  face  above, 
And  Tell  fecure  with  Thee. 


# 


CXXVIII. 

COt&G  TO  THE   HOUSE  OF  GOD  AFTER  LONG  CONFlUf- 
MENT  THROUGH   ILLNESS. 

1  \TO  W  let  my  foul  adore  and  praife 

i  N      The  God  of  Love,  the  God  of  Grace* 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways, 
On  Kim  I  wait  in  ev'ry  cafe. 

2  Beneath  His  rod  I  raife  my  cries, 

And  plead  His  faithfulnefs  and  care  5 
He  hears  my  groans,  He  bids  me  rife 
And  tell  how  kind  His  dealings  are. 

3  I  tafte  His  goodnefs  every  hour  ; 

O  for  a  heart  to  love  His  name  ! 
.    A  heart  tJ  adore  His  matchlefs  power, 
Which  has  reviv'd  my.  dying  frame. 

4  What  mall  I  render  to  the  Lord, 

Who  thus  regards  me  from  above  5 
How  fhall  I  belt  proclaim  abroad 
His  condefcenfion  and   His  lore. 


i*2  SONGS   IN   THE   NlCHT< 


5  Give  me,  0  God,  a  grateful  heart, 
And  let  me  pay  my  vows  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  haft:  fweetly  easNd  my  fmart, 
Had  fet  Thy  waiting  prifoner  free. 

15  Now  in  that  ftrength  which  Thou  haft  giv'n 
My  willing  feet  Thy  courts  fhall  tread  ; 
There  (hall  I  hear  good  news  from  Heav'h, 
And  on  Thy  promis'd  bleflings  feed. 

— >0'4J*>a«— 

cxxix. 

The  voice  of  my  beloved,  behold  he  cometk  ! — CANT.  ii.  So 


"1 


MS  my  Beloved's  awful  voice  ;— 
H^  c es, — He  calls  me  to  rejoice  ; 
'Tis  F  rffelf,  my  foul,  and  none  but  Ht  \ 

I  know  Him  by  P:s  wounded  fide, 
I  know  Hfl   >  for  His  robes  are  dyed, 
Dyed  in  mat  precious  blood  He  fhed  for  me. 

He  comes  ! — I'm  fill'd  with  holy  fear, 
I  blufh  and  weep  as  He  draws  near  ; 

Although  I  fee  a  pardon  in  His  hand 
I  feel  my  forrows  melt  and  move, 
Becaufe  I've  finVd  againft  fuch  love, 

Againft  a  Friend  fo  glorious  and  fo  good. 

He  comes  !— I  deeper  fink  in  fhame, 

I  love  and  venerate  His  name, 
And  wifh  to  love  Him  no   re  • 

O,  for  a  flaming  feraph's  zeal  ! 

O,  for  that  warmth  which  angels  feel  1 
Like  them  I'd  live,  like  diem  I'd  love,  like  tfccrn 
I  would  w  »re; 


SONGS   iN  THE  NIGHT.  1  33 


cxxx. 


i  "\T0  W,  let  me  from  this  world  retire  j    . 
i\|    To  Thee,  my  God,  my  thoughts  afpire, 

0  let  me  feel  and  tafte  Thy  love, 
Arid  feek  my  happinefs  above. 

2  Nothing  will  fuit  my  prefent  cafe 
But  fome  frefh  token  of  Thy  grace  ; 
All  earthly  things  are  vain  and  vile 
If  I  cannot  enjoy  Thy  fmile. 

3  In  vain,  to  cheer  this  foul  of  mine, 

1  tafte  or  drmk  the  ricneft  wine  j 
In  vain,  for  my  fupport,  I  eat 
The  fineft  bread,  the  choiceft  meat. 

4  Amidft  ten  thoufand  bleflings,  I 
Complain,  lament,  yea  tire,  and  die  £ 
Nor  can  I  find  one  refting  fpot, 

For  all  is  vain  where  God  is  not, 

5  In  vain  the  ftars  adorn  the  fkies, 
In  vain  the  fun  more  glorious  rife, 
The  whole  creation  tries  in  vain 
My  drooping  fpiiits  to  fuftain. 

6  Without  Thy  prefence  Earth  is  Hell  i 
My  thoughts  mu  ft  It  I II  infadnefs  dwell 
Till  I  can  fee  Immanuel's'  face  $ 

I'm  all  undone  without  His  grace. 


i   T    IK 

JL  i 


cxxxi. 

And  Enoch  walked  with  God. — gen.  v.  24. 

E  Enoch  I  would  feek  to  be? 
Lord,  keep  me  in  Thy  fear  5 

N 


134  SONGS   IN  TliE  NIGH?. 

Like  Enoch  I  would  walk  with  Thee, 
And  find  Thee  ever  near. 

2  Like  him  I'd  reverence  Thy  name, 

And  fix  my  thoughts  above  ; 
Like  his,  my  zeal  would  burn  and  flame  ; 
Like  his,  my  foul  would  love. 

3  Like  him,  I'd  keep  the  road  to  Heav'ii 

By  faith  in  Jefus'  blood  ; 
Like  him,  I'd  know  my  fins  forgiv'n* 
And  freely  talk  with  God. 

4  O  for  an  Enoch's  frame  of  mind, 

An  holy,  humble  heart  ; 

O  for  a  will,  like  his,  refign'd 

Beneath  my  every  fmart. 

5  Like  him  I'd  hope,  like  him  believe* 

And  tread  the  Tempter  down  ; 
Like  him  I'd  conquer,  and  receive 
A  rich,  immortal  crown. 

6  Lord,  help  me  to  addrefs  Thy  throne, 

To  pray  as  Enoch  did  j 
And  fhower  thefe  needed  bleffings  down 
Upon  my  guilty  head. 

— xSvfcffsKS* — 

CXXXII. 

Remember  me,  0  Lord,  with  the  favour  that  Thou  btarest  unto 
Thy  people  ;  0  visit  me  with  Thy  salvation,  that  1  may  see 
the  good  of  Thy  chosen  ;  that  I  may  rejoice  in  the  gladnesi 
of  Thy  nation.—  ?  s.  cvi.  4,  5.  4 

'iTjEMEMBERme,  Thou  Great  I  AM* 
JV     Thou  Holy,  Juft,  and  Wife  5 


SONGS  IN   THE   NIGHT.  I35 


Remember  me,  Thou  bleeding  Lanb, 
And  hearken  to  my  cries. 

i  Thou  art  my  Refuge  and  my  Tower, 
O  let  me  fee  Thy  face  ! 
Shew  me  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power, 
And  feed  me  with  Thy  grace. 

3  Thou  dofl  to  Thine  own  people  (how 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love  ; 
Such  favours,  Lord,,  on  me  bellow, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above. 

4  Jefus,  on  Thee  alone  I'd  reft, 

As  Thine  own  people  do  : 
O  let  me  lean  upon  T]iy  breaft, 
And  hold  Thee,  in  my  view  ! 

5  Yes,  for  my  eyes  would  ever  gaze 

On  Beauty  fo  divine  ; 
My  heart  with  love  would  burn  and  blaze. 
And  be  forever  Thine. 

6  Now  let  Thy  fmiling  face  appear 

And  make  my  comfort  ftrong  ; 
So  fhall  I  love,  and  hope,  and  fear, 
And  praife  Thee  in  my  fong. 

7  Bring  Thy  falvation  to  my  fight, 

And  let  my  heart  rejoice 
With  thofe  in  whom  my  foul  delight, 
The  people  of  Thy  choice. 

8  How  dear  are  all  Thy  faints  to  me, 

O  let  their  joys  abound  ! 
Blefs  them,  my  God,  and  let  me  be 
In  that  bleft  number  found. 


%%6  SONGS    INT   THE   NIGHT. 


CXXX1II.* 

i    T  S  this  Thy  will,— and  mud  I  be 
X    A  living  witnefs,  Lord,  for  Thee  ? 
Muft  I  Thy  wond'rous  love  lecord  ? 
And  fpread  Thy  praifes  far  abroad  ? 

2  Muft  I  to  all  Thy  faints  unfold 

The  things  which  Thou  to  me  haft  told  ? 
And  fhall  the  eyes  of  finners  fee 
What  thou  haft  done  for  worthlefs  me. 

3  Wilt  Thou  no  longer  me  excufe, 
And  wilt  Thou  frown  if  I  refufe  ? 
O  let  me  have  Thy  prefence  ft  ill, 
And  I'll  fubmit  to  all  Thy  will  I 

4  Make  Thou  my  path  of  duty  plain, 
And  let  Thine  arm  my  foul  fa ftain  ; 
Give  me  new  ftrength,  new  courage  here, 
And  fill  my  foul  with  holy  fear. 

5  To  Thee  I  dedicate  the  whole, 

Thine  is  my  heart,  and  Thine  my  foul  ; 
Blefs  what  my  feeble  hand  hath  wrought, 
And  take  the  praife  of  every  thought. 

6  Wilt  Thou,  dear  Lord,  Thine  handmaid  own  ? 
Her  offering  with  acceptance  crown  ? 

Thy  glory  is  her  humble  aim  : — 
Eternal  glory  to  Thy  name  ! 


*  Composed   after  being  acquainted  that   her  verses  were 
designed  to  be  printed. 


MEDITATIONS, 

IN 

BLANK  VERSE, 

i. 

ON  THE  INCARNATION  OF  OUR  LOR&. 

And  suddenly  there  was  with  the  angel  a  multitude  of  the  heav- 
enly host,  praising  God,  and  saying.  Glory  to  God  in  the 
highest,  and  on  Earth  peace,  good  will  towards  men. — ■*• 
luke  ii.  13,  14. 

HO  W  did  the  heavenly  multitude  rejoice, 
When  Jefus,clad  with  zeal,  and  wing'd  with  lovey 
Defcended  from  the  bright  abodes  of  blifs 
To  fave  a  world  of  fmners  quite  undone  ! 
How  did  they  fhout  and  triumph,  and  afcribe 
Glory  to  God,  in  high-exalted  (trains  ; 
While  peace  on  Earth  they  eagerly  proclaim^ 
And  fung  the  pure  good-will  of  God  to  men  ! 

Why  then,  my  foul,  art  thou  fo  filent  found  ? 
Why  fo  averfe  to  fing  ImmanuePs  love  ? 
Come,  join  their  fong,  and  fhew  thy  gratitude 
For  grace  fo  rich,  fo  boundlefs,  and  fo  free  ! 
Rife,  and  to  Bethlehem  flee  without  delay, 
Go,  feek  the  new-born  Saviour  with  delight, 
And  join  in  humble  worfhip  at  His  feet. 

N2 


138  MEDITATIONS, 


Enter  the  (table,  and  behold  Him  there  j 
Where  oxen  feed  the  lovely  Infant  lies, 
Becaufe  the  inn  would  not  afford  Him  room. 

But  why,  O  man  !  why  didft  thou  not  receive 
The  heavenly  Stranger,  and  with  honors  crown 
His  fov'reign  and  fupreme,  though  infant,  head  ? 

No  room  for  Jefus  ! — O  amazing  thought  ! — 
No  entertainment  for  the  King  of  Kings 
But  what  the  brute  creation  <:ould  afford  ! — 
How  did  the  brutes  reprove  their  matters  here, 
In  making  way  for  Chrifl ! — The  Prince  of  Peace  !- 
Methinks  I  fee  them  neftle  to  and  fro, 
And  leave  for  Him  the  mod  commodious  place  : 
They  made  Him  welcome  to  a  bed  of  hay, 
While  manrefus'd  Him  where  to  lay  His  head.— * 
Let  human  nature  blufh,  and  fink  with  fhame  1 

O  mofl  ungrateful  man  ! — thou  dofl  appear 
Worfe  than  the  beads  which  perifh  from  the  Earth? 
O  ftrange  reception  for  the  Lord  of  Life  ! 
Was  Jefus  treated  with  fuch  high  difdain, 
And  did  He  not  refent  the  vile  affront  ? 
Not  fo  : — in  Him  was  no  refentment  found  ; 
All  paffive,  He  refifted  not  His  foes, 
Although  He  could  deftroy  them  with  a  word, 
Till  death,  their  cruel  infolence  He  bore, 
And  even  then, — "  Forgive  them" — was  His  prayer* 

Learn  then,  my  foul,  with  meeknefs  to  receive 
Thy  (hare  of  fcorn  and  fhame,  for  Jefub'  fake  5 
And  meditate,  how  wonderful  that  love 
Which  cloth' d  thy  Maker  in  mortality, 
And  made  Him  fabjecl  to  its  numerous  woes  ! 
O  vaft,  ftupendous,  boundlefs  love,  indeed  1 


MEDITATIONS.  X$g 


1?oo  vaft  for  finite  minds  to  comprehend  ! — 
Glory  to  God  ! — let  every  mortal  fing, 
And  hail  the  happy  day  which  gave  Him  birth. — 
Moft  ha'ppy  day  for  Adam's  guilty  race, 
Whom  from  the  deepeft  Hell  of  endlefs  woe 
There's  none  can  ranfom  but  th*  Incarnate  God  ! 


— »©^<» — 
II. 

THE    YEAR    CLOSED,  DEC.  31,   I778. 

WHY  am  I  not  confign'd  to  endlefs  woe  ? 
Why  am  I  fpar'd  to  clofe  another  year  ? 
Surpris'd,  I  aflc,  why  thi*  forbearance.  Lord, 
To  fuch  an  ufelefs  cumb'rer  of  the  ground  ? 
O  let  Thy  condefcending  goodnefs  lead 
My  foul  with  deep  repentance  to  Thy  throne  .' 

How  art  Thou  following  me  with  mercy  flill^ 
Still  exercifing  Thy  long-fuffering  grace, 
And  waiting  to  be  gracious  to  a  worm  ! 

By  Thee,  from  year  to  year,  T  ftand  preferv'd. 
With  ample  bleffings  on  my  guilty  head, 
Though  all  unworthy  of  the  air  I  breathe  j 
Although  the  cry  of  my  provoking  fins 

Have  fo  repeatedly  difpleas'd  Thine  ear . 

What  rich  provifion  has  fuftain'd  my  foul  ! 

How  many  favours  from  indulgent  Heaven  J 

What  peace,  what  confolation  have  I  found  ! 

How  am  I  loft  in  admiration  here  ! 

How  infinite  the  patience  of  my  God  ! 

How  rich,  how  free,  how  boundlefs  is  His  love  1 

Forgive,  O  Lord,  my  vile  ingratitude  j 
Forgive,  forgive  the  fins  of  all  my  days, 


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Nor  let  my  youthful  follies  ever  prove 
A  wall  to  feparate  my  foul  from  Thee.— ] 

With  humble  praife  to  Thee  I  clofe  this  year* 
With  ardent  prayer  for  wifdom  from  above, 
And  grace  to  guide  my  entrance  on  the  new, 

— o^o* — 
III. 

1NTER1NG    ON    THE    NEW    YEAR,    JAN.  I.  1^79, 

I  THANK  Thee,  O  my  Father  and  my  God, 
For  every  fingle  mercy  I  receive. 
Yes  :  for  to  Thee,  and  Thee  alone,  I  owe 
My  jirefervation  and  exigence  here. — 
On  man  all  bleffings  wait  at  Thy  command  ; 
I'm  fed  by  Thee,  and  cloth'd*  from  day  to  day  $ 
On  Thee  I  am  dependent  every  hour 
For  the  fupply  of  each  returning  want ; 
And  O  how  kind,  how  lib'ral  is  Thy  hand  ! 
How  great  is  Thy  compaflion  and  Thy  care  ! 
By  Thee  my  every  want  has  been  fupplied, 
By  Thee  my  every  woe  has  been  redrefs'd. 

My  Ebenezer  here  again  I    raife, 
.And  here  record  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 

Who  hitherto  hath  help'd  me  and  fu*iain'd. 

To  Him  I  waft  a  fong  of  grateful  praife, 
•  With  Him  my  covenant  again  renew, 

In  whofe  delightful  fervice  I  rejoice, 

And  bind  myfelf  to  Him  for  evermore.-— 

'Twas  God  that  gave  me  entrance  on  this  year, 
To  Him  I  give  myfelf  without  referve, 
And  folemnly  avouch  Him  for  my  own  : 
The  time  which  He  allows  me  here  on  Earth 


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I  fet  apart  for  Him,  and  Him  alone  ; 

All  that  I  have,  and  am,  I  here  refign 

And  consecrate  to  Him  for  holy  ufe. 

Witnefs,  ye  angels !  while  my  foul  engage 

To  love  and  fear  that  God  whom  you  adore  s 

Before  the  face  of  Heaven  I  now  refolve 

Upon  a  life  of  faith  and  holinefs  ;-^ 

Let  Heaven  reprove  »e  if  I  ever  ftray, 

Or  once  attempt  to  break  thefe  facred  vows  I  ^ 

Jefus,  to  Thee  I  ftrongly  ftand  engag'd,. 
And  'tis  on  Thee  alone  my  faith  depends 
For  the  performance  of  each  folemn  vow  : 
O  keep  me  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye  ; 
Let  no  temptation  overcome  my  foul ; 
Hide  me  beneath  the  fhadow  of  Thy  wings 
And  Earth  and  Hell  flialtfeek  my  hurt  in  vain- — » 
Prepare  me  for  the  trials  of  this  year  ; 
Direct  and  counfel  me  in  all  my  ways  ; 
Blefs  what  my  feeble  hands  may  undertake, 
And  crown  my  weak  endeavours  with  fuccefs* 

—  *e**f§H2>< — 

IV. 
THOUGHTS    ON    DEATH. 

O  SOLEMN  thought !— Weak  man  is  born  to  die. 
Jehovah  has  the  awful  fentence  pafs'd, 
Nor  can  that  awful  fentence  be  revers'd  t — 
No  : — Man  kas  finn'd, — and  man  fhall  furely  die  : 
Death  like  a  tyrant  reigns,  and  conquers  all ;. 
By  him  there's  no  refpeel:  of  perfons  fhewn  : 
The  rich,  the  poor,  the  evil  and  the  good, 
The  old  and  young,  muft  yield  alike  to  him  j 


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To  him  the  wife,  therev'rend  head  mud  bow; 

Princes  and  kings  are  fubjecl  to  his  pow'r, 

Nor  can  their  glittering  crowns  infure  their  breathi 

But  O  let  every  human  being  know 
He  has  a  foul  which  never  can  expire  ; — 
Immortal ! — This  hereafter  mud  exift 
In  endlefs  happinefs,  or  endlefs  woe. 

Alarming  thought  ! — O  let  me  oft  revolve 
That  Imuft  ihortly  pafs  the  dreary  vale 
Of  death, — and,  at  Thine  awful  bar  arraign'd, 
Account  for  every  paft  tranfaclion  here  ! — 
There  will  my  final  doom  be  fix'd  and  feal'd  ;— . 
And  O  what  joy, — what  tranfport, — or  what  paia 
Will  feize  my  foul,  according  to  the  teft  !— • 
If  to  the  regions  of  deipair  confign'd, 
O  how  furpriz'd  in  horror  fhould  I  ftand  ! 
How  would  the  pangs  of  difappointment  rend 
My  frighted  ghoft,  if  poffible,  in  twain  ! — 
What ! — to  be  banihVd  from  the  God  I  love, 
Whofe  favour  and  whofe  prefence  I  efteem 
Above  the  breath  which  feeds  this  vital  frame  ?— • 
How  fhould  I  take  the  laft  farewell  of  Hira 
In  whofe  communion  I  fo  richly  (hare  ; 
In  whom  I  glory  as  my  Only  Joy  ! — 
O  let  thefe  gloomy,  dreadful  thoughts  be  gone ! 
They  wound  my  heart,  they  fwell  my  forrows  high, 
And,  if  indulg'd,  would  frantic  turn  my  brain. 

Why  fhould  defpair  invade  ? — Are  not  my  hopes, 
My  folid  hopes  of  never-ending  joy 
Built  on  The  Rock  of  Ages,  firm  and  fure  ? 
And  in  tfcofe  facred  hopes  I  will  rejoice  5 


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Still  hoping  againft  Hope,  till  Hope  fhall  fay 
To  Full-enjoyment, — "  1  give  place  to  thee/' 

That  Jefus,  on  whole  faithfulnefs  I  reft, 
Will  ne'er  confound,  nor  put  my  hope  to  fbame  ; 
For  'tis  the  fruit  of  His  unchanging  love. 
Ne'er  had  I  thought  to  build  my  hopes  on  Him, 
Ne'er  had  I  known  or  lov'd  His  worthy  name, 
Had  not  His  thoughts  of  love  firft  fix'd  on  me  :— 
I  therefore  know, — I  fear, — I  hope, — I  love, 
Becaufe  attracted  firft  by  Love  Divine. — 
What  then  (hall  rob  me  of  my  joy  in  Him  ? 
Not  pain,  nor  death,  nor  all  the  powers  of  Hell. 
G  Death  !  where  is  thy  fting  ?— And  where  thy  vk     - 
ry,  Grave  ? 

V. 

The  Time  is  short.— i  cor.  vii.  29. 

THE  Time  is  fhort : — How  awful  is  the  found  1— 
Gome,  Thou  Eternal  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  help  me  to  improve  it  to  Thy  praife  ! 

O  folemn  thought ! — Time  foon  will  be  no  fnore  5 
Short,  very  fhort  on  Earth  muft  be  my  ftay. 

Eternity  approaches.-— Let  me  afk, 
Art  thou,  my  foul,  preparing  for  thy  change  $ 
The  time  is  fhort, — but  thou  canft  never  die, 
Thou  art  immortal,  and  thou  muft  furvive 
Sun,  moon,  and  flats,  and  all  created  things. 
The  time  is  fhort, — and  thou  muft  foon'  away* 
And  at  the  bar  of  God's  tribunal  ftand-;— 
And  what,— O  think,— what  then  will  be  thy  doom  ? 
Wilt  thou,  complete)  ftand  there  before  thy  Judge, 


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Cloth'd  in  a  Saviour's  fpotlefs  righteoufnefs, 

Renew'd  and  juftified  by  fov'reign  grace  ? 

Will  He  who  fees  thy  fecret  fprings  of  thought, 

Who  weighs  defigns  unform'd,  and  tries  the  reins 

Will  He  of  thy  integrity  approve  ? 

O  will  He  with  a  fmile  pronounce  thee  blefs'dj 

And  bid  thee  welcome  to  eternal  joy  ? — 

.Or  wilt  thou  there  a  hypocrite  be  found,— 

Unfanc"tified,  —  a  ftranger  to  His  love 

Who  died  for  finriers  on  th*  accurfed  tree  ? 

Tremendous  then,  indeed,  will  be  thy  cafes 

O  how  wilt  thou,  a  guilty,  frighted  ghoft, 

Stand  there  before  a  fin-avenging  God, 

Till  with  a  curfe  he  thruft  thee  down  to  Hell ! 

The  time  is  ftiort  : — O  fhnn  deceit  and  guile  I 
Work  out  thine  own  falvation,  now,  with  fear. 
Nothing  but  pure  fmcerity  will  ftand 
With  Him  whofe  name  is  Holy,  Juft,  and  True.-*- 

The  time  is  ffioffc — O  may  this  folemn  truth 
Alarm  and  quicken  all  my  drowfy  powers  ! 
Lord,  write  it  on  the  table  of  my  heart, 
And  let  th'  impreffion  wear  a  lafting  date.— 

The  time  is  fhort. — Be  ferious,  O  my  foul ! 
Eternity  now  calls  for  every  thought. 
No  more  let  trifling,  fublunary  things 
Steal  thy  attention  from  its  vaft  concerns; 

The  time  is  fhort.— Bid  careleiTnefs  adieu, 
Let  levity  forever  (land  condemn'd, 
Since  thou  of  that  a  ftricl  account  muft  give.— 

The  time  is  fnort.—Improve  the  fleeting  hours/ 
Do  what  thou  cand  for  God,  and  never  tire, 
But  praife  His  holy  name  for  each  employ. 


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The  time  is  fliort.— How  pleafing  is  the  found 
To  one  who  longs  for  perfect  holinefs  ; 
To  one  thatfets  communion  with  his  God 
Above  the  higheft  pleafures  mortals  know  ! 

The  time  is  fhort. — O  let  my  foul  rejoice  ! 
I  foon  fhall  bid  farewell  to  every  fin, 
From  all  temptations  find  a  fweet  releafel 
My  feeble  pulfe  proclaims  the  time  is  fhort* 
And  every  pain  reiterates  the  found  : 
Yes,  while  convulfions  (hake  my  dying  frame, 
It  well  confirms  me  in  the  joyful  truth. 

The  time  is  fhort.— Let  all  be  on  their  guard. 
Lord,  keep  me  ever  in  a  watchful  frame, 
That  I  may  welcome  death  when  Thou  ftialt  callj 
And  fing  and  triumph  in  its  near  approach. 


VI. 
A  SHORT  DIALOGUE  BETWEEN   MYSEL?  AND  Mt  SOUL, 

SOl/L. 

0  that  my  head  were  waters,  and  mine  eyes  a  fountain  of  tears »     ^ 
that  I  might  weep  day  and  night ! — j  e  r.  ix.  I. 

SELF. 

BU  T  why  my  foul,  fo  much  difpos'd  to  grieve  ! 
Why  wouldft  thou  fpend  thy  days  and  nights  H 
,    .        tears  ? 

Why  is  thy  harp  upon  the  willows  hung, 
And  why  is  ev'ry  ftring  to  forrow  tun'd  ? 
What,  is  there  nothing  worthy  of  thy  joys  ? 
Will  not  the  cheering  fun  invite  a  fmile  ? 
.Will  not  the  common  mercies  of  the  day 

o 


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Excite  an  evening  fong  of  gratitude  ? 

Are  not  the  wonders  of  redeeming  love 

Worthy  tfey  grateful  and  adoring  thoughts '? 

Or  haft  thou  loft  thy  once-delightful  fhare 

In  bleflings  fo  reviving,  fo  divine  ? 

How  canft  thou  lift  thy  ftreaming  eyes  to  Heav% 

And  bid  at  once  farewell  to  all  its  joys  ? 

Stop,  O  my  foul,  I  tremble  at  the  thought, 

My  life  expires  :— I  charge  thee  to  forbear. 


SOUL. 


Ah,  fooilfn  mortal !  loth  to  underftand, 
And  ftiil  more  loth  to  mare  in  facred  grief  J 
Come,  learn  my  meaning,  and  thou  malt  confer 
'Tis  right  that  I  Ihould  mourn  till  life  expires. 
I  own  Jehovah's  kind  and  bounteous  hand 
In  every  mercy  that  thou  doft.  receive  ; 
And  'tis  thy  vile,  tliy  bafe  ingratitude 
That  links  my  drooping  fpirits  to  the  ground. 
The  words  of  thankfulnefs  thy  lips  pronounce, 
But  O  how  feltiom  is  thy  heart  engag'd 
1\\  folemn  acts  of  gratitude  and  praife  ! 
How  wand'ring,  O  how  vain  are  all  thy  thoughts  ! 
How  fenfual,  O  how  earthly  is  thy  mind  ! 
How  far  from  God,  thy  Chief,  thy  Only  Good  ! 
How  much  deceit,  hypocrify,  and  guile 
Have  I  difcover'd  in  thy  words  and  ways ! 
O  blufh,  and  be  afham'd,  and  join  to  mourn 
A  heart  fo  carnal,  fo  unfanctified  ! 
Where  is  thy  faith,  thy  fear  or  love  of  God, 
Thy  refignation  to  His  holy  will  ? 
Where  is  thy  zeal  for  Him- who  died  for  thee  I 
Where  thy  obedience  to  His  juft  commands  ? 


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SELF. 

Defift,  my  foul !   I  feel  ccnvicVion  ftrong  r 
At  length  I  yield:— I  can  hold  out  no  more.— 
G  that  my  head  were  waters,  and  mine  eyes 
-A  flowing  fount  of  penitential  tears, 
That  I  might  mourn  for  fin  with  conftant  grief ! 

SOUL. 

AffeCted  for  a  moment  !  but  how  foon 
Will  this  thy  grief  to  negligence  be  turn'd  I 
Thine  inftability  I've  caule  to  mourn: 
Juft  like  a  feather,  driven  to  and  fro 
With  every  breath  of  air,  thou  wavered  ; 
How  foon  pufPd  up  and  borne  away  by  pride  ; 
What  liift,  what  envy,  O  what  vain  defires, 
What  vile  affections  from  thy  heart  proceed  ! 

self; 
Wretch  that  I  am  ! — Where  fhall  I  hide  my  head 
Overcome  with  guilt,  O  whither  fhall  I  flee  ?--- 

SOUL. 

To  Jefus,  as  thy  Saviour  and  thy  Lord— 
His  pow'rful  blood  can  conquer  every  fin, 
And  purify  a  heart  unclean  as  thine. 


— >04|$4>0< — ■ 
VII  . 


Woeisme^for  I  am undone  /— rsA.  vi.  j. 

WHY,  fin,  haft  thou  deprav'd  my  nature  thus  ?.' 
Why  haft  thou  left  me  helplefs  and  undone  \ 
Infernal  forcvrefs  !~Thy  bewitching  lure 
Its  wretched  captives  into  ruin  draws, 
And  oft,  too  oft,  eternally  deftroys. 
*£hou  art  my  worft,  my  mod  inveterate  foe  ; 


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With  thee  I  now  proclaim  eternal  war, 

Nor  mail  Thy  gilded  bait  of  worldly  blifs 

Prevail  on  me  to  treat  thee  as  a  friend.— 

Betray'd  by  thee  my  foul  hath  undergone 

The  lofs  of  more  than  language  can  exprefs  ; 

Through  thee  primeval  rectitude  is  fled, 

My  zeal  unnerv'd,  my  faculties  deprav'd : 

Through  thee,—  O  fad  and  lamentable  thought  I 

I've  loll  my  title  to  eternal  life  ; 

I've  loft  the  favour  of  my  Sovereign  Judge, 

Sweet  intercourse  with  Him  no  more  to  hold. 

I've  loft  my  glitt'ring  crown  of  innocence,— 

My  inward,  folid  peace,— my  holy  joy, 

My  eafe,— my  health,— my  Heaven,— and  my  all.— 

I'm  loft  to  all  that's  facred  and  divine : 

Loft  to  myfelf ;— and  to  my  Maker  loft  ;— 

Loft  in  myfelf,  without  one  gleam  of  hope. 

O  wretched  ftate  !—  What  !  loft  for  evermore  ? 
Is  there  no  kind  Deliverer  to  be  found  ? 
Are  fouls  in  tin's  inexplicable  maze 
So  loft  that  hope  of  restoration  fails  ? 
Well  then  may  I  this  lamentation  take, — 
'<  Woe,  woe  is  me,  for  I  am  quite  undone  V 
Well  may  I,  trembling  and  aftonihVd,  afk, 
How  fhall  my  foul  efcape  the  wrath  to  come  ?— 

But,  hark  !  what  friendly  voice  is  that  I  hear  ? 
Attend,  my  foul !— from  Heaven  methinks  it  founds, 
And  words  like  thefe  confolatory  fpeaks  : — 
"  Take  comfort,  finner  !  for  thy  help  is  found  ; 
"  'Tis  found  in  Him  whofe  mercy  knows  no  bounds, 
"  Difmifs  each  tim'rous,  each  defponding  thought, 
"  The  loft  are  thofe  whom  Jefus  came  to  fave. 


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"  He  is  the  only  New  and  Living  way 

"  Whereby  thou  canft  deliverance  expect 

"  From  all  thy  pungent  mifery  and  woe  ; 

61  Come,  as  the  chief  of  finners,  to  His  throne,— 

"  Loft  and  undone,  and  wretch  as  thou  art, — 

"  Come,  plead  His  merits,  and  He  will  reftore 

"  That  peace  and  joy  which  pafTeth  human  thought : 

«<  He'll  re-inftamp  His  image  on  thy  foul ; 

«'  With  wifdom  furnifh  thee  to  will  and  do 

"  Whate'er  His  evangelic  word  requires. 

"  He'll  bring  thee  to  His  feet,  and  thou  fhalt  find- 

"  Freedom  and  favour,  and  protection  there. 

"  In  Him  fhall  be  thy  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength, 

*  And  thou  fhalt  wear  the  jewels  of  His  grace  : 
"  Thy  foul  fhall  profpcr  and  be  found  in  health,, 

*  For  He  fhall  be  thy  Peace,  thy  Joy,  thy  Life  ; 
"  Thy  happinefs  in  Him  {hall  be  complete." — 

O  blened  news  !-ray  hopes  fhall  anchor  here, 
Jefus,  to  Theek,  as  perifhing,  I  come  ; 
On  Thee  I  venture  my  eternal  all  ; 
My  faith  fhall  in  Thy  promifes  confide 
Till  glory  far  exceeds  my  vaft  defires* 

— >e>4!$*3x — 

VIII, 

LORD,  where  are  Thy  former  loving-kindnesses  t 
ps.  lxxxix.  49. 

WHILE  I  am  call'd  to  reafon,  Lord,  with  Thee, 
I  fain  would  at  the  humbleft  finance  bow  j 
Remembering  what  I  was,  and  whence  I  fprung, 
And  what  I  ftill  remain,  and  what  Thou  art, 
O  2 


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Who  art  the  Sov'reign,  free  and  uncontroul'd, 

Acting  in  all  things  as  it  well  becomes 

A  God  of  fpotlefs  holinefs  and  truth. 

Once  to  demand  of  Thee  a  ftricT:  account 

Is  more  than  feraphs  or  archangels  dare  ; 

Yea,  fuch  a  thought  would  make  thofe  fpirits  blufh  ; 

O  let  me  then  forbear  !— I  am  but  dull, 

A  fmner,  yea,  of  finners  I  am  chief; 

Lefs  than  a  worm,  and  viler  than  the  earth.— 

What  fhall  I  fay  to  Thee,  Thou  Judge  fupreme ! 

Of  whofe  bright  excellence  T  can't  conceive  ; 

Whofe  being  and  whofe  grandeur's  far  above 

Conceptions  finite  when  moft  highly  rais'd. 

0  were  it  not  for  Jefus,  as  my  plea, 

1  dare  not  ope  my  mouth  before  Thy  throne, 
I  dare  not  lift  my  guilty  eyes  to  Heaven. 
Through  faith  in  His  atoning  blood  I  dare, 
In  His  great  name  I  dare  prefume  to  afk, 
Lord,  where  is  now  Thy  loving-kindnefs  fled  ? 
Where  are  thofe  favours  that  I  once  enjoy'd  ? 
Where  thofe  refrefhing  cordials  of  Thy  love  ? 
I  call  to  mind  thofe  part,  delightful  hours 

When  I,  beneath  Thy  fmile,  could  call  Thee  mine  $ 
Wken  I  could  reft  and  triumph  in  Thy  love, 
And  laugh  at  Satan  and  his  conquer'd  rage. 
But  now,  from  day  to  day  I'm  left  to  mourn 
Beneath  Thy  frown,  by  unbelief  enflav'd, 
Shut  up  in  darknefs,  where  my  gloomy  thoughts 
Are  hov'ring  on  the  borders  of  defpair. 


©  why  didft  thou  fo  haftily  depart  ?* 
Didft  Thou  not  know  that  all  my  happinefs 


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Was  centred  in  Thy  favour  and  Thy  fmile  ? 
Why  from  my  foul  doft  thou  fo  long  withdraw  ? 
Why  leave  me  thus  oppreft  with  outward  woes, 
Depriv'd  of  ftrength  by  Thine  afflicting  hand, 
By  pain  almoft  depriv'd  of  common  fenfe  ?— - 
O  let  me  plead  Thy  paft,  indulgent  care  ! 
Thou  haft  fuftain'd  my  foul  in  all  my  woes, 
My  ftrength  in  all  my  weaknefs  Thou  haft  been,- 
My  eafe  in  pain,  my  fulnefs  in  my  wants ;. 
And  muft  my  foui  no  more  thefe  favours  fhare  I 
Muft  I  no  more  on  Earth  enjoy  Thy  fmile  ? 
Then  let  me  die,  that  I  may  fee  Thy  face  ; 
I'd  welcome  death  in  all  its  frightful  forms 
Could  I  but  gain  one  look  of  love  from  Thee.— *■ 
Not  life,  nor  health,  nor  friends  can  fatisfy 
This  foul  of  mine,  which  thirfts  alone  for  God. — 
When,  Thou  dear  Jefus,  ftiall  I  find  Thee  near  I 
I'm  all  impatience  for  the  happy  day. 


IX. 


/  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  kills ,  from  whence  comet  A  my 
help. —  ps.  ex xi. 

UP  to  th'  eternal  hills  I  lift  my  eyes, 
Thofeholy  hills  whence  every  blefflng  fprings, 
Where  Jefus,  my  triumphant  Conq'ror,  lives  ; 
Thofe  facred  hills  where  God,  the  Judge  of  all, 
In  majefty  and  glory,  reigns  fupreme, 
Exalted  far  above  my  higheft  thoughts  ; 
Thofe  glorious  hills  where  all  perfection  dwells, 
Where  faints  and  angels  fweetly  harmonize, 


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And  fmg  in  flrains  ineffably  fublime 

The  matchlefs  wonders  of  redeeming  grace.— 

O  let  my  faith  afcend  on  Pifgah's  top 

And  pleafe  my  eager  foul  with  brighter  views  !«— 

O  blefTed  hills  of  never-fading  joy  ! 

O  happy  manfions  of  eternal  reft  ! 

Thrice  happy  they  whofe  pious  fouls  are  fled, 

And  landed  fafely  on  thofe  flow'ry  banks  ! 

With  them  my  fainting  fpirit  would  retire  : 

There  Jefus,  as  my  Advocate,  appears, 

In  Him,  in  Him  alone,  my  help  is  found  ; 

He  bought  my  ranfom  with  His  precious  blood  ; 

He  bore  my  fins  on  the  accurfed  tree  ; 

Let  everlafting  honors  crown  His  head  ! 


Jefus,  to  Thee  I  lift  my  longing  eyes, 
On  Thee  alone  my  expectations  wait, 
And  Thou  canft  far  furpafs  my  foul's  defires  : 
Thou  art  acquainted  with  my  numerous  woes, 
Thou  know'ft  my  wants,  my  forrows,  and  my  fear«j 
O  fend  me  confolation's  friendly  balm  ! 
Help  me  to  caft  my  every  care  on  Thee  ; 
Thine  own  almighty  arm  can  well  fuftain 
This  weak,  unworthy,  guilty,  wretched  foul. 
O  let  Thy  wifdom  iilence  each  complaint, 
And  turn  my  fighs  to  fongs  of  thankfulnefs. 
Adoring  thoughts  of  Thee  I  would  maintain, 
And  in  affliction's  furnace  give  Thee  praife. 
Help  me  upon  Thy  faithfulnefs  to  reft, 
To  feed  upon  Thy  promifes  divine, 
That  I  may  grow  in  knowledge  and  in  grace, 
O  help  my  faith  to  look  within  the  veil  ! 


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That  I  may  (till  endure  as  feeing  Thee, 
Whofe  prefence  is  far  dearer  to  my  foul 
Than  life  with  all  its  tranfitory  joys. 

0  help  me,  Lord  !  I'm  impotence  itfelf, 
Expos'd  to  Satan's  cruel  rage  I  ftand, 

1  fojourn  in  a  vain,  infnaring  world, 
Where  dangers  numberlefs  in  ambufh  lie  ; 

0  guard  and  keep  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fnare  ! 
Help  me  to  fhun  the  dang'rous  paths  of  fin  ; 
Nor  let  me  once  difgrace  thofe  blelled  truths 

1  now  profefs  to  honor  and  believe  ! 

Keep  me,  my  dear  Redeemer,  by  Thy  pow'r 
On  things  eternal  my  affections  place  ; 
Let  not  my  tribulations  caft  me  down, 
But  make  me  more  than  conq'ror  over  all. 
Thou  Helper  of  the  Helplefs,  hear4' my  cries, 
And  lead  me  to  thofe  everlafting  hills, 
That  I,  with  all  Thy  faints,  may  comprehend 
More  of  that  love  no  mortal  can  defcribe, 
That  love  of  Thine  I  feel  within  my  bieaft. 


►O^xS* — 


Thou  art  my  Hiding-place,  Thou  shall  preserve  me  from  trouble, 
Thou  shalt  compass  me  about  with  songs  of  deliverance. — 
PS.  xxxii.  7. 

-TXT HO  would  not  fear  Thee,   O  Thou  King  of 

Who  would  not  love  and  glorify  Thy  name  ? 
Who  would  not  place  their  confidence  in  Thee, 
Thou  juft,  Thou  faithful,,  cov'nant-keeping  God  ! 


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O  could  th'  unthinking  world  hut  once  conceive* 
Or  tafte  the  pleafures  of  a  holy  life, 
How  would  they  ca(r  their  trifling  toys  away, 
And  drive  to  make  this  happinefs  their  own! 
But  they  are  ftrangers  to  the  Cod  I  ferve, 
And  cannot  intermeddle  with  my  joys  ; 
From  fuch  I  muft  withdraw  and  hide  myfelf, 
I  cannot  treat  them  as  my  bofom  friends. 

But  flop,  my  foul  !  for  I  mitft  drop  a  tear 
Before  I  leave  them  to  their  wretched  choice  : 
Is  there  compaffion  in  this  heart  of  mine  ? 
Then  why,  O  why  mould  I  re  ft  rain  it  here, 
And  rob  its  proper  objects  of  their  due  ?— 
Now  let  my- thoughts  to  God  again  return. 


Lord,  draw  me  nearer  to  Thy  blefTed  Self,— 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  Fortrefs,  and  my  Tower  ; 
My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  Hiding-place  : 
Thou  (halt  defend,  Thou  malt  preferve  my  foul 
From  all  the'  eurfes  of  a  blinded  mind, — 
From  all  the  abounding  errors  of  this  age, — 
From  all  the  confeious  pains  that  DeiPcs  know  ; 
Thou  malt  preferve  me  from  th'  Arminian's  fhame,- 
From  all  the  horrors  Antinomians  feel. 
Thou  malt  preferve  me,  O  my  gracious  God  I 
From  Satan's  threatening,  fafcinating  fnares, 
And  from  the  dangers  of  my  tender  years  ; — 
Thou  fhalt  preferve  me  from  deceit  and  guile, 
From  all  the  woes  on  hypocrites  denoune'd, 
From  all  the  evils  of  this  wretched  world  : 
And  when  my  follies  move  Thee  to  chaftife, 
T^hou  (halt  preferve  my  foul  beneath  Thy  rod  : 


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Yea,  fhou  (halt  teach  me  to  adore  Thy  hand, 
To  fing  e'en  then  of  mercy  and  of  love. 

In  ev'ry  trial  and  in  every  ftrait 
Thou  fhalt  fuftain,  relieve,  and  comfort  me  ; 
And  when  the  awful  hour  of  death  arrives 
Thou  fhalt  prefer ve  me  from  its  dreadful  fting, 
Shalt  fafe  conduct  me  to  thofe  happy  realms 
Where  I  fhall  reft  fccure  from  each  annoy, 
And  fing  and  triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
There  fhalt  Thou  fweetly  compafs  me  about 
With  fongs  of  wifdom  and  fupreme  delight : 
There  fhall  my  ravifh'd  eyes  with  wonder  gaze 
Oh  Him  whofe  dying  groans  procur'd  my  joys* 

0  lazy  Time  ! — why  doft  thou  move  fo  flow? 
Make  hafte,  and  fet  my  poor,  impatient  foul 
Upon  her  dative,  much-defired  land. 

XX. 

With  Thee  is  theJoufUain  of  life .— ps.  xxxvi.  9. 

'T7TTITH    Thee,  Thou  great  I  AM,  Thou  Juft 

V  V  and  Wife, 

Is  the  rich  fountain  of  eternal  life  ; 
Indulge  my  foul,  O  Lord,  with  near  accefs, 
And  let  me  drink  of  that  eternal  fpring* — 
Was  it  prepaid  for  fmners  quite  undone  ? 
Benold  the  Chief  of  Sinners  is  my  name  ! 
An  humbling  fenfe  of  my  unworjhinefs 
Is  all  the  fitnefs  that  my  foul  can  bring  : 
Jefus,  to  Thee  I  fend  my  earneit  cries  ; 

1  plead  Thy  free,  Thy  rich,  unbounded  grace* 


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£)idft  Thou  Hot  leave  thofe  fhining  realms  above* 

And  ftretch  Thine  arms  upon  th'  accurfed  tree, 

To  ope  this  fountain  for  my  dying  foul  ? 

O  help  me  to  adore  Thy  facred  name  ! 

Teach  me  the  value  of  Thy  precious  blood  ! 

How  rich,  how  pow'rful  muft  its  virtue  be, 

To  fatisfy  the  juftice  of  a  GOD, 

To  quench  the  curfes  of  His  fiery  law, 

And  work  the  finner's  robe  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

?Twas  pure,  'twas  holy  confecrated  blood  1 

Nor  could  the  fmalleft  taint  of  fin  be  found 

In  that  all-meritorious,  wond'rous  flood. 

No  : — 'twas  the  blood  of  Him  who  fpread  the  (kiesj 

Of  Him  whofe  word  this  wide  creation  form'di 

Of  Him  before  whofe  prefence  Gabriel  veils, 

Of  Him  whom  all  the  heavenly  hofls  adore, 

Of  whom  I  meditate  In  wonder  loft, 

Then  blufh,  then  weep,  and  try,  though  all  in  vairi, 

T'  exprefs  the  pleafure  and  the  pain  I  feel. 

My  foul  with  holy  gratitude  is  fill'd, 

While  fympathy  and  grief  my  breaft  infpire. 

O  what  indignant  hatred  does  arife 

Againft  the  curfed  murd'rers  of  my  Lord  ! 

'Twere  you,  my  sins,  that  nail'd  Him  to  the  tree  ; 

'Twas  you,  my  pride  ;  'twas  you  my  discontent  j 

'Twas  you,  my  unbelief  ;  my  vain  desires, 

'Twere  you  ;  and  on  you  I  will  feek  revenge  * 

Favour  With  me  you  feek  in  vain  to  find, 

You  (land  condemnxd  and  muft  be  crucified. 

That  blood  which  you  fo  unrelenting  Hied 

Shall  fpoil  your  pow'r,  and  drive  yott  from  my  heart. 


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That  jefus  whom  your  malice  crucified 
Shall  quite  extinguifh  your  malignant  breath  : 
Yes,  I  fhall  live  to  fee  the  joyful  day, 
And,  victory  !  victory  !  fmg  for  evermore. 

AH  glory  to  my  high  exalted  Head, 
"Who  with  majeftic  fway  triumphant  reigns, 
Who,  as  a  new-flain  lamb,  before  the  throne 
Stands  interceding  for  a  guilty  worm  ! 
While  in  the  fountain  of  His  blood  I  bathe 
My  hope  revives,  my  faith  grows  fcrong  and  bold, 
I  feel  new  life,  I  fing  while  devils  roar, 
And  drink  in  confolations  all  divine. 
How  few  my  pains  !  how  light  are  all  my  woes ! 
Let  me  no  more  indulge  a  murm'ring  thought. 
Stay,  Jefus,  with  my  foul  for  ever  (lay, 
Nor  let  my  wayward  will  once  force  Thee  to  depart! 

XII. 

* 

1  have  learned  in  whatsoever  state  I  am  therewith  to  St 
content.- — phil.  iv,  if. 

WHAT  manly  courage,  what  undaunted  zeal 
Infpir'd  the  great,  the  chief  Apoftle's  breaft  ! 
He  could  for  Jefus'  fake  fuflain  the  crofs 
Of  perfecution,  poverty,  and  pain  : 
The  leiTon  of  contentment  he  had  found, 
And,  as  an  humble  fcholar,  karnt  it  well. 

O  happy  man  !  in  every  ftate  content  ; 
In  all  things  well  inftructed  from  above  I 
'Twas  grace,  amazing  grace,  taught  him  to  know 
Both  how  to  be  abas'd  and  to  abound. 
P 


158  meditation! 


When  pinch'd  with  hunger,  and  expos'd  to  fhame<  • 

Grace  to  his  mind  calm  refignation  brought ; 

He  trufted  in  a  God  Omnipotent, 

And  each  infirmity  became  his  fong. 

'Twas  grace  that  kept  his  foul  from  ev'ry  fnare  j 

From  pride  in  fulnefs,  and  from  fear  in  want. 

He  piiz'd  the  favour  of  his  cov'nant  God 

Above  his  food,- — above  the  fmiles  of  men,— 

Above  the  honors  of  a  dying  world, — 

Above  the  countenance  of  lofty  kings, — 

Above  the  choiceft  gold, — or  richeft  gems, — . 

Above  the  joys  of  fenfe, — above  his  life  : 

Sweet  peace  with  God  his  zealous  mind  enjoy'd  f 

Nor  could  the  powers  of  Hell,  with  all  their  rage., 

Deprive  his  foul  of  comfort  fo  divine. 

Here's  an  example  worthy* of  defire, 
O  could  1  but  tranfcribe  and  make  it  mine  1 

But  here  I  (land  reprov'd  ; — I  blufli  with  mame* 
And  mourn  my  vile  and  difcontented  he*|t.— . 
Forgive  me,  O  Thott  fin-forgiving  God  ! 
That  I  fo  much  difhonor  Thy  great  name  ; 
Mingle  my  woes  with  all-fufiicient  grace, 
And  teach  me  refignation  to  Thy  will. 

O  Thou  in  whom  my  ftrength  and  courage  lies, 
Open  Thine  hand  and  give  me  what  I  aik  !  — 
More  ardent  love  to  Thee,  my  Heaven,  my  All  ; 
To  Thee,  in  whom  my  happinefs  is  plac'd  ; 
To  Thee,  Thou  Life  of  all  my  hopes  and  joys  ; 
Thou  Spring  of  thefe  affectionate  defires  ! 
I'd  love  Thee  more  amidft  my  fharpeft  pains,. 
I'd  glorify  Thy  name  in  all  my  wants, 


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And  praife  Thee  with  my  lafl:  expiring  breath  :— • 
Could  I  but  rule  this  foolifh  heart  of  mine, 
I'd  break  at  once  the  chain  of  every  fin, 
I'd  tear  away  this  veil  of  unbelief, 
And  wear  dejection  on  my  brow  no  more, 
Hafte,  hafte  that  happy,  that  delightful  day, 
When  this  vile  body  fhall  return  to  duft  : 
When  I  in  Heaven  {hall  fee  my  faviour's  face, 
And  find  me  perfect  in  contentment  there  ! 


— x£>-#«2x — 


XT  I  I .      - 

And  the  apostles  said  unto  the  Lord,— Increase  our  faith. 
luke  xvii  5. 

THUS  the  apoftles  pray'd  : — and,  O  my  foul ! 
Do  thou  repeat  the  fhort  petition  o'er  : 
Cry, — Lord,  increafe  my  faith,  and  ev'ry  grace^ 
That  I  may  better  pleafe  the  God  I  love  !— *. 

Jefus,  Thou  Son  of  God,  deny  me  not ! 
I  afk  a  rich  increafe  of  things  divine, 
O  let  me  have  a  double  portion  here, 
However  fmall  my  mare  in  meaner  things  t 

The  Sure  Foundation,  Thon,  whereon  I  build 
My  folid  hopes  of  everlafting  life  ; 
Thou  art  the  Fountain  of  all  real  good, 
And  grace  and  glory  fill  Thy  lib'ral  hand. 

O  make  my  faith  more  ftrong,  more  vig'rous  full  p 
That  I  may  vanquifh  Satan's  hellifh  crew  ; 
That  I  may  conquer  all  my  inbred  lufts, 
This  world,  and  all  that  war  againft  my  foul  i 
Increafe  my  faith,  that  I  may  own  Thee  juft, 


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And  glorify  thy  name  in  all  my  woes. 
Faith  can  enliven  every  other  grace, 
Can  make  me  joyful  in  my  fharpeft  pains : 
Lord,  when  I  read  the  wonders  faith  has  done 
I'm  all  impatience  for  its  large  increafe. 

With  growing  fervour  I  repeat  the  cry,—  ■ 
Why  fhould  I  languifh  ?  Lord,  increafe  my  faith  ! 
I  long  t'  advance  in  holinefs  and  love  : — 
O  for  that  faith  which  purifies  the  heart, 
That  faith  which  fweetly  humbles  all  the  mind, 
And  fills  the  foul  with  reverential  fear  ! 

Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  nor  let  me  pray  in  vain  ; 
Increafe  my  faith,  that  I  may  render  praife, 
And  live  a  life  more  holy,  more  divine  ! 

— >e-@ex — 

XIV. 
The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  I  shall  not  want.— vs.  xxiii.  i. 

O  BLESSED  words,  and  welcome  to  my  foul ! 
Jefus  is  mine  !—  my  cup  of  joy  is  full  : 
Yes  :  the  Great  Lord  of  Heaven  and  Earth  is  mine  ;--. 
My  Lord,  my  Guide,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Friend  ; 
My  Righteoufnefs,  my  Wifdom,  and  my  Strength  ! 
In  "Him  I  have  enough  :— He  is  my  All  :— 
Rich  are  the  paftures  of  Flis  bleeding  love  ; 
All  fulnefs  dwells  in  Him  ;~  I  mall  not  want. 
O  lead  me,  Jefus,  to  the  facred  field 
Whare  Thou  by  night  and  day  doft  watch  Thy  flock, 
And  let  my  wandYing  eyes  intenfely  gaze 
On  all  the  glories  of  Thy  perfon  there  1 
0  let  my  views  of  Thee  grow  brighter  ftill, 


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Till  I  in  Heaven  fliall  fee  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
In  all  the  unveil'd  fplendor  of  a  God  ! 

My  thoughts  would  dwell  forever  on  Thy  love  :- 
How  pleafing,  how  reviving  is  the  theme  ! 

0  let  my  heart  no  more  attempt  to  ftray  ! 
No  more  let  unbelieving  fears  prevail ; 

1  charge  my  fwis  and  for  rows  all,  no  more 
To  interrupt  the  pleafures  of  my  foul. 

Keep  me,  my  Shepherd,  ever  near  Thy  fide  j 
Engrave  me  on  the  palm  of  Thy  right-hand, 
And  fet  me  as  a  feal  upon  Thy  heart  ; 
Bind  with  love's  ftrongeft  bands  my  heart  to  Thine, 
Nor  let  me  dare  to  wander  from  Thy  fold. 

Grateful,  I  truft  Thee,  Lord  !   and  can  believe 
Whilft  I  rely  on  Thy  almighty  aid, 
My  fhepherd  will  not  fuf&r  me  to  err  ; — 
My  fhepherd  knows,  and  will  fupply  my  wants. 


-*s>#>ex- 


XV. 

I 

In  the  multitude  of  my  thoughts  within  me,  Thy  comforts  delight 
my  soul,  —  P£.  xciv.  19. 

HOW  active,  O  how  num'rous  are  my  thoughts ! 
How  haftily  they  fly  from  theme  to  theme  ! 
Sometimes  to  Heaven  they  take  their  airy  flight, 
Then  down  to  Hell  as  fwiftly  they  defcend, 
Then  round  this  habitable  globe  they  rove, 
Through  feas,  and  fertile  fields,  and  deferts  rude  : 
Sometimes  I  roll  in  affluence  and  pride, 
Then  to  the  depths  of  poverty  go  down, 
?  2 


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Where  I  mud  beg  my  bread,  or  ftarve  and  die ; 
Sometimes  I  reach  a  monarch's  ftately  throne, 
Then  to  the  meaneft  cottage  I  retire  : 
Through  various  fcenes  am  hurried  to  and  fro  ; 
Trom  health  to  ficknefs,  and  from  life  to  death  :  — 
Yet,  in  the  midft  of  thefe  unnumber'd  thoughts, 
Thy  comforts,  O  my  God  !  delight  my  foul. 

Thee,  Thou  Eternal  Spirit,  I  adore, 
Who  taught  me  to  afpire  to  things  divine  ; 
Through  whofe  free-agency  I  can  arife 
And  bid  adieu  to  all  created  things  ! 
Yea,  I  can  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet> 
And,  looking  down,  pronounce  it  vanity: 
When  wing'd  with  love  to  Jefus  I  can  fly, 
And,  towering  far  above  the  azure  flues, 
Can  unmolefted  triumph  in  His  fmile. 
There  Ifurvey  the  wonders  of  His  crofs, 
And  count  the  bleffings  purchas'd  by  His  blood* 
With  His  unerring  word  I  there  converfe, 
And  reft  fecure  upon  His  faithfulnefs. 
His  wifdom,  juftice,  holinefs,  and  love, 
Uniting  in  redemption's  work  I  view, 
Till  meditation  kindles  into  praife  : 
Whillr,  in  the  multitude  of  pleafing  thoughts, 
Thy  comforts,  O  my  God  !   delight  my  fouk 

— «£>%*& — 

XVI. 

Qme,  LORD  JESUS  .'—■rev.  xxii.  20. 

COME,  JESUS,  Thou  Defire  of  Nations !  come, 
Come  to  my  foul,  and  tell  me  Thou  art  mine  !~- 


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Come  quickly,  Lord  !— For  Thee  my  fpirits  faints 
For  Thee  I  mourn,  for  Thee  I'm  all  diftrefs'd  i 
O  come,  and  tell  me  that  I  have  a  fhare 
In  all  the  bleffings  purchas'd  by  Thy  blood  ! 

Come,  for  I  want  to  tell  Thee  all  my  woes, 
And  reft  me  in  the  arms  of  Thine  embrace.—* 
Come,  now,  and  conquer  all  my  unbelief, 
Come  and  fubdue  thefe  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  gc 
Come,  and  enrich  my  foul  with  ev'ry  grace, 
And  teach  me  all  the  wonders  of  Thy  love  ; 
O  come,  and  manifeft  Thyfelf  to  me, 
And  let  Thine  abfence  grieve  my  foul  no  more. 

Come  quickly,  Lord,  and  melt  my  heart  for  fin  5 

0  give  me  true  repentance  ; — 'tis  Thy  gift : — 
And  with- repentance  bring  my  pardon  feal'd. 
Thou  God  incarnate,  come  !  — I  long  to  gaze 
Upon  Thy  wounded  hands,  Thy  pierced  fide>r 
And  weep  o'er  thofe  memorials  of  my  fin. 

Come,  and  enlarge  my  foul  before  Thy  throne  !— 

1  want  more  freedom  there,  more  near  accefs 
To  Thee,  on  whom  alone  my  blifs  depends, 

Come,  Lord,  and  take  my  foul  with  all  its  powers. 
Allure  my  heart,  and  let  it  all  be  Thine, 
So  fhall  my  thoughts  be  ever  fix'd  on  Thee.. 

Come,  Lord,  and  give  me  conqueft  o'er  the  world  j 
Above  its  joys  and  forrows  let  me  rife  : 
I  would  no  more  lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft, 
But  live  a  life,  like  angels,  quite  divine. 
But,  O  !   it  cannot  be  while  fin  remains 
And  mixes  in  each  duty  I  perform  j — > 


164  MEDITATIONS, 


It  cannot  be  in  this  imperfect  ftate, — 

O  Death  !  how  much  art  thou  to  be  defir'd, 

Since  thou,  and  thou  alone,  canft  fet  me  free- 

From  all  the  filthy,  latent  fprings  of  fin 

Which  work  inceiTant  in  the  carnal  mind, 

In  that  which  is  unfanclified  as  yet 

Till  thou  thy  friendly  office  malt  perform. 


Come,  Jefus,  and  afiTid  me  to  afpire 
To  fuch  degrees  of  grace  and  holinefs 
As  fhall  prepare  me  for  that  great  event : 

0  come,  and  cleanfe  my  foul  from  every  fin, 
And  ever  keep  me  from  its  dreadful  pow'r.— 

1  would  be  holy,  as  'tis  Thy  command, 
Yea,  Lord,  I  would  be  holy  as  Thou  art : 
Do  I  not  love  Thee  for  Thy.holinefs, 
Becaufe  Thou  art  a  juft,  a  faithful  God  ? 
More  of  Thy  purity  I  fain  would  know, 
More  of  Thine  image  I  would  fain  receive  ; 
Come,  and  fuftain  my  foul  in  all  my  woes  : 
Make  me  in  all  things  to  Thy  will  refign'd, 
That  I  may  ever  tread  impatience  down, 
And  grieve  the  Spirit  of  Thy  grace  no  more. 


Jefus,  with  all  the  ardor  of  my  foul, 
I  now  invite  and  call  Thee  to  my  breaft  ; 
O  hear  my  earneft  cry,  and  hafte  away  ! 
.Leap  o'er  the  horrid  mountains  of  my  fins, 
Skip  o'er  the  hills  of  my  unworthinefs, 
Like  lightning  let  Thy  prefence  all  deftroy  ; 
O  come,  and  with  Thy  glory  fill  my  foul ! 


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I  call  to  remembrance  my  song  in  the  night.—  ?  s.  Ixxvii.  6. 

1  O  R  D,  in  Thy  mercy  I  rejoice, 

&  J   To  Thee  I'd  frame  a  thankful  fong, 

0  tune  my  heart,  affifl  my  voice, 
And  let  Thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 

2  Grateful,  I  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
And  praife  Thee  for  Thy  chaft'ning  rod  ;. 
Righteous  art  Thou,  and  Thou  alone, 
Thou  faithful,  cov'nant  keeping  God. 

3  Hadft  Thou  not  fcourg'd  this  finful  frame, 
Hadft  Thou  not  all  my  fufPrir.gs  chofe, 
No  fongs  of  honor  to  Thy  name 

Would  from  my  thoughtlefs  heart  arofe. 

4  But  while  I  call  my  griefs  to  mind, 

And  read  the  fongs  which  Thou  haft  given, 

1  can  pronounce  Thee  good  and  kind, 
And  raife  my  grateful  thoughts  to  Heav'n. 


66  SONGS    1M    THE    NIGHT, 


5  Yes,  Lord,  I  thank  Thee  from  my  heart' 
For  all  my  poverty  and  pains, 

Since  Thou  by  them  halt  deign'd  t'  impart' 
Divine  inftruction  to.  my  reigns. 

6  Jefus,  do  Thou  for  ever  be 
All-over  glorious  in  my  fight  ; 
O  let  me  (till  confide  in  Thee, 
And  have  a  fong  for  every  night 


ll'. 

Ye  shall  have  a  song  as  in  the  night. — -I  s  A.  xxx.  29, 

i   np  A  K  E  courage,  O  my  foul !  and  reft 
1       By  faith  upon  thy  Saviour's  breaft  j 
He  is  thy  Prophet,  Prieft,  and  King, 
From  whom  all  confolation  fpring. 

2  In  Him  the  promifes  were  made 
For  thy  fuppoit,  thy  prefent  aid  ; 
In  Him,  all  precious  they  endure, 
Ye3,  and  amen,  for  ever  fure. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  wond'rous  grace- 
While  I  Thy  promifes  embrace  ; 

I  tafte  their  fweetnefs,  feel  their  powV^ 
And  triumph  in  the  darkeft  hour. 

4  And  doit  Thou  ft  ill  engage  to  cheer 
My  fainting  heart  with  joys  fmcere  ? 
Wilt  Thou  Thy  gracious  word  fulfil, 
And  crown  my  head  with  blelTmgs  ft  ill  I 

5  Wilt  Thou  ftill  comfort  and  fuftain,. 
Still  blefs  and  fan&ify  each  pain  I 


-SONGS   1*1    THE   NiCJIT.  167 


Still  rule,  with  government  fo  mild, 
Thy  fickly,  weak,  and  helplefs  child  I 

6  Wilt  Thou  indulge  me  from  above 
With  brighter  views  of  Jems'  love  I 
Shall  I  in  Him  find  pure  delight, 
And  have  afong  as  in  the  night  ? 

7  O  for  a  more  enlarged  frame, 
A  heart  to  glorify  His  name  ! 
To  Him  unceafing  praife  belong 

Who  with  His  blood  bought  every  fong, 


— >0«5^xQH — 


I'll. 
Full  of grace  and  ifa^,-— JOHN  i.  14. 

1  1  [X  O  W  welcome  is  this  news 
XX     To  fouls  opprefs'd  with  fear, 
Why,  fmner,  why  wilt  thou  refufe 

To  leave  thy  burden  here  ? 

2  Is  Jefus  full  of  grace '?— 

Then  why  doll  thou  complain  i 
O  !—  Why  refufe  to  feek  His  face, 
His  favour  to  obtain  ? 

3  And  Why  fhouidft  thou,  my  foul, 

Go  mourning  all  thy  days?— 
Lord,  let  Thy  grace  my  fears  controul, 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praife. 

4  Revive  my  fainting  heart 

With  Thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Hafle,  Lord,  and  grace  for  grace  impart; 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above, 


l68  SONGS    IN   tHE  NIGH*. 


5  I  Thirft,  I  pant,  I  long 

For  brighter  views  of  Thee  ; 
O  let  me  join  the  heavenly  throngs 
And  all  Thy  glory  fee. 

6  There  I  in  lofty  ftiains 

Shall  ling  and  never  tire  ; 
Forget  my  weaknefles  and  pains, 
And  all  Thy  works  admire. 


IV, 

We  have  an  advocate  with  the  Father,  jcfus  Ckrijl  the 
Righteous.—-!  john   ii.  l. 

i   np  HANKS  to  Thy  name,  Thou  God  of  Love; 
X.     For  fuch  an  Advocate  above, 
Who  can  defend  Thy  right'ous  laws, 
And  plead  my  foul's  Unright'ous  caufe. 

2  Yes  :— for  He  bore  my  guilt  and  fhame, 
Obey'd  and  fuffer'd  in  my  name  ; 

He  offered  up  himfelf  to  me, 

And  pleads  that  oft'ring  now  with  Thee. 

3  He  pleads  both  law  and  juftice  too, 
And  gives  them  both  their  proper  due  % 
Yea,  truth  is  honor  rd  by  his  grace 
Before  the  bold  accufer's  face. 

4  As  my  all-wife  and  gracious  Friend, 
He  pleads  againft  that  hellifh  fiend  ; 
The  Judge  approves  His  ev'ry  plea, 
And  let's  the  guilty  fmner  free, 


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£  The  finners  wonder  and  adore.: — 
O  let  me  doubt  His  love  no  more  !— => 
My  weaknefTes  He  kindly  bears* 
And  pities  all  my  fighs  and  tears. 

5  This  is  the  Advocate  and  King 
Whofe  power  and  faithfulnefs  t  fing  ; 
His  pow'r  with  God  can  never  fail ; 
Whene'er  He  pleads  He  mud  prevail; 


v. 

He  giveth  power  to  the  faint,  and  to  them  that  have  no  might 
He  increasetk  strength.-—  is  a.  xl.  29. 
» 
1  O  R  D,  I'm  a  faint,  a  feeble  worm, 

I  a      But  Thou  haft  power  divine  j 
Then  let  Thine  own  almighty  arm 
Suftain  this  foul  of  mine* 

%  Pity  my  weaknefs,  gracious  God; 
And  this  kind  word  fulfil : — 
O  give  me  ftrength  to  bear  Thy  rod^ 
To  fufFer  all  Thy  will ! 

3  I  afk  for  pow'r  to  hope  and  fear, 
For  powV  to  feek  Thy  face  ; 
Pow'r  to  fupprefs  each  finful  care^ 
To  truft  Thy  promis'd  grace. 

3  Increafe  my  ft  rength,  Thou  God  of  Mightj 
Tn  weaknefs  make  me  ftrong  ; 
And  in  this  dark  and  gloomy  night 
Afford  my  foul  a  fong* 

Q 


170  SONGS  IN  Ttffi  NIGHT. 


5  Why  fhould  my  thoughts  in  fadnefs  reft# 

Why  murmui  and  repine  ? — 
Bring  refignation  to  my  breaft, 
With  peace,  and  joy  divine. 

6  Helplefs  I  cafl  my  cares  on  Thee, 

Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries  ; 

I  fhall  ere  long  Thy  glory  fee, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

7  Till  then  my  faith  fhall  keep  her  hold 

On  Jefus'  righteoufnefs  J 
His  grace  can  make  the  fearful  bold, 
Yea,  joyful   in  diftrefs. 


VI. 

The  law  is  spiritual.~KOM.  vii.  14. 

1     r-p  HE  law  of  God  is  juft, 

X     A  drift  and  holy  way  ; 
And  he  that  would  efcape  the  curfe 
Muft  all  the  law  obey. 

t     Not  one  vain  thought  muft;  rife* 

Not  one  unclean  defire ; 
He  muft  be  holy,  juft,  and  wife, 

Who  keeps  the  law  intire. 

I     If  in  one  point  he  fails 

In  thought,  in  word,  or  deed, 

The  curfes  of  the  law  prevails, 
And  refts  upon  his  head* 


SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT.  *7* 


4  Now  let  me  bring  my  heart, 
And  with  the  law  compare, 

And  afk, — If  I  in  ev'ry  part 
Have  paid  obed'ence  there  ? 

5  I  tremble  and  retreat ; 
Behold,  O  God  !  I'm  vile  : 

Guilty,  I  fall  before  Thy  feet, 
And  own  my  nature's  foil. 

6  Lord,  I  have  broke  Thy  law  : 
I  now  lament  my  fin  : — 

Still  I  offend  in  all  I  do, 
I'm  carnal  and  unclean. 

7  And  does  the  curfe  ftill  reft 
Upon  my  guilty  head  ? — 

No  : — Jefus, — let  His  name  be  bleft  !— 
Hath  borne  it  in  my  ftead. 
€     He  hath  fulfill'd  the  law, 

And  bought  my  peace  with  God  ; 
^Tis  here  my  foul  her  comfort  draw, 
And  leaves  her  heavy  load. 

— xQ^xQx —  , 
VI!  . 

Your  heavenly  Father  knowetk  that  ye  have  need  of  all  these 
things. — matt.vi.  32. 

I   T  S  God  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 

A  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  heavy  fighs  ? 
O  let  thy  hopes  on  Him  depend, 
And  He  will  fend  thee  frefh  fupplies. 

a  Arife,  arife,  and  feek  His  face, 
Nor  mind  what  carnal  reafon  faith  ; 
The  God  of  providence  and  grace 
Now  calls  on  thee  to  live  by  faith. 


172  SONGS   IN    THE   NIGHT. 


3  He  knows  the  weaknefs  of  thy  frame, 
He  knows  thy  wants,  He  fees  thy  woes ; 
Then,  O  let  His  endearing  name 

Of  Father — all  thy  thoughts  compofe  ! 

4  Truft  in  His  faithful,  tender  care, 
Lay  all  thy  gloomy  fears  afide ; 
For  in  His  love  thou  haft  a  fhare 
Thy  heavenly  Father  will  provide* 

5  He  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry,     ' 
He  clothes  the  lillies  of  the  field, 
And  will  he  pafs  His  children  by 
Whom  He  hath  fanclified  and  feal'd  ? 

6  No  :  he  has  bowels  for  the  poor 
Whofe  heart  and  hopes  are  fix'd  above, 
Who  wait  as  beggars  at  His  door, 
And  reft  on  His  unchanging  love. 

7  On  Him  I  caft  my  ev'ry  care, 

He  is  my  Father,  rich  and  grand ; 
For  Earth  and  all  its  treafures  are 
At  the  difpofal  of  His  hand. 

8  Yea,  He  is  Ruler  of  the  fkies, 

And  lord  of  that  bright  world  above 
Where  T,  ere  long,  fhall  feaft  my  eyes, 
And  fing  and  ihout  redeeming  love. 

— >e>4f«>o< — 

VIII. 
He  that  is  soon  angry  dcakth  foolishly  .~-v  KG  v  t  xiv.  i%i 

6  f^i  HRISTI AN,— examine  well  thy  mind  j 
V>  Afk, — is  my  foul  to  wrath  inclin'd  I 
Thus  home  the  matter  bring  j 


SONGS  IN  THE  NlCHT.  1  73 


Am  I  fo  foollfti,  fo  unwife, 
To  let  my  angry  paflions  rife 
At  ev'ry  trifling  thing  ? 

2  I  tell  thee  in  Jehovah's  fear, 
Thou  doft,  if  thou  art  guilty  here, 

Thine  own  difgrace  procure  ; 
Thou  doft  in  this  difhonour  God, 
Thou  doft  prepare  thyfelf  a  rod, 

And  thou  fhalt  fmart  as  fure. 

3  Then  lay  thy  peevifhnefs  afide, 

Let  truth  and  meeknefs  be  thy  guide 

Through  every  ft  age  of  life  j 
Let  all  thy  conduct  well  agree 
With  what  thou  doft  profefs  to  be? 
And  thou  flialt  reft  from,  ftrife. 


IX. 
OPENING   MV   NEW  BIBLE, 

Open  Thou  mine  eyes,  that  I  may  behold  wondrous  things  out 
of  Thy  Law. —  ps.  cxix.  18. 

i    TESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 
J      To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 
Teach  and  inftrucT:  me  by  Thy  word, 
And  make  me  truly  wife. 

z  Make  me  to  know  and  underftand 
Thy  whole  revealed  will ; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  ftill, 


1*4  SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT. 

3  Help  me  to  read  this  volume  o'er 

With  new  and  frefh  delight ; 

Help  me  to  love  its  Author  more. 

To  feek  Thee  day  and  night. 

4  Ope  Thou  mine  eyes,  enlarge  my  heart, 

And  make  my  faith  more  ftrong  ; 
So  fhall  the  precepts  Thou  haft  taught 
Be  my  delighted  fong. 

5  O  may  this  word  my  thoughts  engage 

In  each  perplexing  cafe  ; 
Help  me  to  feed  on  ev'ry  page, 
And  grow  in  evVy  grace. 

6  O  let  it  purify  my  heart, 

And  guide  me  all  my  days  ! 
Its  wonders,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 
And  Thou  fhalt  have  the  praife. 


X. 

But  Martka  was  cumbered~»8tc.-'*LViLE  x.  40. 

U  T  why  did  Martha  take  this  load 
While  Jefus  in  her  houfe  abode  ? 
His  vifit  never  was  defign'd 
To  vex  or  interrupt  her  mind. 
'Twas  love  that  brought  Him  to  her  door, 
He  fought  her  heart,  and  nothing  more  ; 
He  wanted  no  delicious  fare, 
Though  -His  attendants  crowded  there  ; 


SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT  I75 


Bat  Martha's  heart  was  much  like  mine, 

Prone  to  miftake  her  Lord's  defign. 

Her  love,  no  doubt,  was  quite  fincere, 

But  fhe  difcover'd  weaknefs  here  : 

Perhaps  'twas  pride  poffefs'd  her  breaft, 

And  urg'd  her  to  fet  forth  her  bed  * 

She  thought  to  have  it  told  abroad 

How  well  fhe  entertain*  d  her  Lord.— 

Methinks  I  fee  her,  full  of  care, 

Fond  of  attending  here  and  there  ; 

But,  to  fupprefs  her  vain  defire, 

Her  ftrength  and  patience  equal  tire, 

Ske  calls  her  fifter  to  affift  ; 

But  here  her  careful  aim  is  mift  :~- 

Mary  is  plac'd  at  Jems'  feet, 

Nor  will  fhe  quit  her  humble  feat.— 

Now  Martha's  anger  mutt,  appear  ; 

She  thinks  her  Matter  deals  fevere, 

Thus  to  indulge  her  fitter^  reft, 

While  (he  for  help  was  quite  diftreft  ;— 

u  My  Lord," — faid  fhe, — have  I  a  mare, 

u  In  Thy  compaffion  and  Thy  care  ? 

•'  Then  chide  my  fitter's  idlenefs, 

"  And  bid  her  help  to  ferve  the  gueft." 

Here  Martha's  pride  receiv'd  a  blow, 

Her  Matter's  anfwer  laid  her  low  ; 

O  fure  her  heart  was  almoft  broke 

When  thus  her  dear  Redeemer  fpoke  !— 

"  Martha, — thy  anxious,  troubled  mind 

41  Is  much  to  worldly  cares  confin'd ; 

**  But  think  of  this  while  here  thou  roll,--. 

"  One  thing  is  needful  to  thy  foul ; 

«'  Mary  in  this  good  part  rejoice, 

**  And  I  commend  her  ferious  choice  \ 


Ij6  SONGS  IN   THE   NIGKT 

"  While  at  my  feet  fhe  loves  to  flay 

"  There's  none  fhall  force  her  foul  away.' 

O  let  this  anfwer  found  abroad, — 
Formality's  by  God  abhorr'd. — 
Let  thofe  who  in  His  favour  fhare 
Of  worldly  mindednefs  beware  ; 
Let  Mary's  happy  choice  be  mine  ; 
Let  Jefus'  love  my  heart  entwine  ; 

0  let  me  at  His  feet  be  found 
Whatever  gueft  may  me  furround. 

1  fojourn  in  a  world  of  fnares, 

Nor  mould  my  mind  be  free  from  cares  $ 
Be  this  my  care,  in  every  place, — 
To  glorify  the  God  of  grace  ; 
Guard  me,  O  God  !  on  ev'ry  fide, 
From  all  anxiety  and  pride  ; 
Carelefs  of  praife,  I'd  feek  to  be 
Commended  and  approv'd  by  Thee, 


— >o<$fl<-<3>< — 


Andbekold  Boaz  came  from  Bethlehem,  and  said  unto  the  reap* 
ers, — the  Lord  be  with  you  ; — and  they  answered  him,— -the 
Lord  blest  thee. —  ruth  ii.  4. 

TOEHOLD  the  man  ! — how  humble  is  his  mind  : 
JD   How  pleafant   are   his  looks  S— his    words  how 

kind  !~ 
Methinks  I  fee  him  in  the  harvefl  field 
Adoring  Him  who  made  the  Earth  to  yield ; 
Methinks  I  hear  him  to  the  reapers  fay, — 
"  The  Lord  be  with  and  strengthen  you  to  day  5 


SONGS    IN   THE   NIGHT.  IJf 


¥  The  Lord  be  with  your  fpirits  as  with  mine, 
**  And  fweetly  lead  your  thoughts  to  things  divine 
<*  May  he  who  has  inrich'd  this  barren  land  * 
"  Command  a  blefling  on  each  lab' ring  hand." 

The  reaping  fervants  kept  their  humble  place. 
And  yet  rejoice  to  fee  their  mailer's  face  ; 
Methinks  I  hear  them  eagerly  reply, — 
«'  The  Lord  Jehovah  blefs  thee  from  en  high  ;: 
"  May  ev'ry  favour  thou  to  us  haft  given 
u  Be  well  rewarded  by  the  King  of  Heaven  ; 
"  May'ft  thou  in  thine  own  foul  be  richly  blefs'd, 
"  And  in  thy  harveft  meet  with  great  fuccefs." 

Thus  Boaz,  with  gentlenefs,  his  fervants  taught. 
And  they  a  blefling  for  theft-  mafter  fought. 
Attend,  ye  mafters,  for  I  muft  purfue 
My  faithful  plan,  and  turn  from  Boaz  to  you  % 
Away  with  all  your  tyranny  and  pride, 
Let  meeknefs  all  your  words  and  actions  guide  ; 
O  feek  the  blefling  of  an  humble  mind, 
And  let  your  fervants  prove  you  good  and  kind  y 
Like  Boaz  of  old,  do  you  their  welfare  feek, 
And  in  Jehovah's  name  as  kindly  fpeak  ; 
With  them  be  neither  trifling,  vain,  nor  gay,. 
Yet  be  familiar  in  a  prudent  way  ; 
Encourage  them  in  all  they   undertake, 
So  fhall  they  love  to  labour  for  your  fake  j 
Direct,  inftrucl,  exhort  them  with  delight, 
And  let  their  fouls  be  precious  in  your  fight  5 


*  It  was  the  firft  harveft  after  a  famine, 


I78  SONGS    IN   THE  NIGHT?, 

Let  your  example  ev'ry  vice  reprove, 

And  you'll  command  both  reverence  and  love  j 

O  let  that  bright  example  Jefus  gave 

Teach  you  your  duty  to  the  meanefl  flave  !-•* 

If  He  your  Pattern  and  Initruc*tor  be 

You'll  condefcend  to  men  of  low  degree. 


xi  r. 

ADDRESSED    TO  MR.  AND  MRS.  — — ,  UP0R 
THEIR    MARRIAGE. 

DI  D  Jofhua  folemnly  re  cord 
That  he  and  his  would  ferve  the  Lord  ? 
Do  you,  my  friends,  refolve  anew, 
That  you  and  yours  will  ferve  Him  too  ? 
O  let  this  be  your  chiefeft  care, 
Your  frequent  and  united  prayer  ! 
Sit  hand  and  hand  at  Jefus' feet 
That  he  may  blefs  your  married  Rate. 
As  a  new  fcene  of  life  employs, 
Let  new  defires  of  grace  arife, 
That  you  may  fill  each  duty's  place, 
And  fhine  like  faints  in  ev'ry  grace  ; 
Let  ferioufnefs  attend  your  walk 
In  all  your  actions  and  your  talk  ; 
Let  each  fulfil  their  part  of  love, 
And  bleflmgs  to  each  other  prove  ; 
In  all  your  joys,  or  griefs,  or  fears, 
Strive  to  allay  each  other's  cares  ; 
Infpir'd  with  grace  and  love  divine,    . 
Let  ev'ry  chriftian  temper  fhine  j 


SONGS  IN  THB  NIGHT,  if$ 

So  mall  your  children  love  your  word 
When  they  are  taught  to  fear  the  Lord  % 
Your  kind  inspection  let  them  fhare, 
And  watch  them  with  a  tender  care. 

Do  Thou  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart, 
That  Chrift  may  dwell  in  houfe  and  heart  $ 
And  let  Thy  fervants  plainly  prove 
That  they  arefuch  as  Jefus  love. 

XIII, 


TO    MRS.   "~' 

TH  E  garment  that  you  gave  me  I  admire^ 
It  fuits  me,  as  I'm  fond  of  neat  attire  ; 
And,  mould  uncertain  health  admit,  I'll  wear 
This  garment  to  the  honor  of  your  care. 

At  prefent  I  mull  leave  it,  and  purfue 
A  nobler  robe  which  now  prefents  my  view  : 
When  your  kind  hand  to  me  the  favour  brought 
tt  led  my  thoughts  to  Jefus  : — as  it  ought. 
Firft,  I  furvey'd  my  foul's  fad  nakednefs, 
Then  view'd  a  Saviour's  fpotlefs  rightecufnefs. 
O  boundhfs  love  !— O  grace  !— both  rich  and  free^ 
This  robe  of  righteoufnefs  was  wrought  for  me  : 
'Tis  ev'ry  way  complete  }  'tis  rich  and  grand, 
And  weds  no  alteration  at  my  hand.— 
O  blefTed  robe  ! — 'cis  broad  enough  to  hide 
My  unbelief,  and  all  my  former  pride. 

My  foul  rejoice  when  I  its  virtues  view, 
And  praife  His  name  who  made  and  gave  it  to6, 


tSo  SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT* 


XIV. 

RETURNING  A  BORROWED  BOOK,  ON  "  THE 

HEAVENLY  RACE,"  FROM 

1  COR.  ix.  24. 

So  run  that  ye  may  obtain. 

MADAM, —  I  now  return  your  little  book, 
And   thank   you  for  the  fhort,  but  pleafing 
look  ; 
For  though  'tis  only  for  a  trifle  fold, 
'Tis  more  than  worth  its' weight  in  Alining  gold. 
It  was  for  flothful  fouls  at  firft  defign'd, 
And  vaftly  fuited  my  fad,  fluggifh  mind. 
I  read,  I  hope,  with  ferioufnefs  and  care, 
And  highly  priz'd  the  truths  I  met  with  there. 
May  I  be  taught  to  run  this  heavenly  race  ; 
(To  run,  indeed,  I  amrefolv'd  by  grace) 
,0  may  I  run  fo  as  to  win  the  crown, 
Nor  tire  till  I  with  angels  fet  me  down  !— 
Nor  would  I  run  this  heavenly  race  alone  ; 
Fain  would  I  fee  the  world  afpire  the  throne  s 
I'd  have  my  friends  and  foes,  and  all  agree 
To  run  this  race,  and  drive  to  outrun  me. 
Heaven,  indeed,  is  worth  our  utmoft  pains  ; 
O  let  us  drive  to  reach  thofe  blifsful  plains  ! 
And  if  we  meet  the  crofs  as  chriltians  do, 
May  we  not  faint,  but  run  with  patience  through  ; 
O  let  us  think  of  looking  back  no  more, 
But  run  while  Jefus  (hews  an  open  door  ! 
Left  He  in  anger  fhut  the  heavenly  gate, 
And  tell  us,  with  a  frown, — "  'Tis  now  too  late  !'7— 


fcONGS    IN  THE  NIGHT.  l8l 


XV.- 


TO  THE   REV.  MR, 


T 


I S  with  a  grateful  view  I  now  retire. 


And  act  agreeable  to  your  defire 
Amongft  my  deareft  friends,  you*  do  I  find, 
Share  in  my  thoughts,  and  dwell  upon  my  mind  \ 
Nor  need  I  plead  excufe  for  this  long  paufe, 
Since  pain  and  ficknefs  can  defend  my  caufe.— 
But  O  how  wond'rous  great  the  debt  of  love 
I  owe  to  Him  who  reigns  Supreme  above  I 
'Tis  He  alone  who  has  preferv'd  my  breath, 
And  once  more  rais'd  me  from  the  gates  of  death  % 
He  has  reviv'd  my  dying  frame  again, 
And  giv'n  me  ftrength  to  hold  and  guide  my  pen  % 
O  may  my  few  remaining  hours,  or  days, 
Be  all  improv'd  to  His  eternal  praife  ! 
May  I  more  faithful  prove,  more  lively  grow, 
And  daily  more  of  Jefus  feek  to  know  ;   .  ... 
May  I  more  highly  prize  his  precious  blood, 
And  learn  to  walk  more  humbly  with  my  God  !~»» 
This  let  my  unknown  friend  for  me  intreat, 
Till  I  rejoice  in  holinefs  complete  ; 
Till  I  ihall  figh  no  more,  but  fweetly  reft 
From  all  that  now  difturb  my  .panting  breaft, 
In  Heaven's  unmingled  joys  I  hepe  to  fhare, 
And  meet  the  tender  hearted  ■■■    -■■■  there  ; 

R 


V8fc  S6NGS  in  the  night, 


Yes,  there  is  your  reward,  both  rich  and  free, 

For  every  act  of  kindnefs  done  to  me  : 

There  He,  whofe  caufe  you  plead,   whofe  name  yo# 

fpread, 
Will  place  a  crown  of  glory  on  your  head. 
Let  this,  dear  fir,  your  warm  defires  enlaige 
To  win  the  fouls  committed  to  your  charge  ; 
And  may  the  Mighty  God  in  fafety  keep 
The  watchful  fhepherd  and  his  tender  fheep  ; 
May  He  your  ev'ry  public  meeting  blefs, 
And  crown  your  faithful  labours  with  fuccefs  ; 
May  he  in  private  duties  make  you   know 
How  much  of  Heaven  may  be  enjoy'd  below : 
Thus  may  your  latter  days  be  bleft  indeed, 
Till  glory  all  your  vaft  defires  exceed,— 
But  while  I  fejourn  here,  I  hope  to  be 
Still  honored  with  your  friendfhip,  pure  and  free? 
I  owe  you'  thanks  for  granting  me  a  (hare 
In  your  companion,  fympathy,  and  care  ; 
I  freely  redder  thefe,  as  juftly  due, 
Andafk  the  favour  of  a  line  from  you. 
I  feel,  dear  fir,  much  heavinefs  of  mind, 
Becau'fe-I  am,  through  weaknefs,  ftill  confln'd  j 

0  fTrive  to  put  my  penfive  thoughts  to  fhame, 
And  teach  me  to  maintain  £" cheerful  frame  !— 
But,  oh  !  I  tire  !—  Alas,  my  trembling  hand  i— 
My  weaknefs  puts  me  to  a  fudden  ftand ; 

1  mull  at  prefent  take  a  reding  fpell, 
And  bid  you,  venerable  fir—farewelL— 


S,  Ho 


SONGS   IN   THE   NIGHT,  183 


XVI. 
TO   MV  UNKNOWN   BENEFACTORS    AT 


Then  she  fell  on  her  face  and  bowed  her  self -to  the  ground, 
and  said  unto  him,  Why  have  I  found  grace  in  thine 
eyes,  that  thou  shouldest  take  knowledge  of  me,  seeing  I 
am  a  stranger. —  ruth  ii.  10. 

THUS  Ruth  receiv'd  the  kindnefs  of  her  friend, 
Who  met  her  with  a  liberal  heart  and  hand, 
And  welcom'd  her  to  glean  upon  his  ground  y 
Where  rich  provifion  ihe  in  plenty  found. 
Such  unexpected  favours,— as  appears,— 
RefreuYd  her  heart,  and  chas'd  away  her  fears  : 
She  ieckon'd  Boaz'  kindnefs  truly  great, 
Thus  to  regard  her  in  ker  low  e Mate  ; 
Strong  were  tk'  emotions  of  her  grateful  mind, 
Nor  could  me  keep-  thofe  grateful  thoughts  confin'd  5 
Meekly  me  bow'd  and  afk'd  him  with  furprife, — 
«*  Why  have  I  found  fuch  favour  in  thine  eyes  : 
«'  That  thou  iriould'ft  thus  incline  to  notice  me, 
"  Seeing  I  am  a  ftranger  unto  thee  ?"— 
Thus  did  (he  honor  him  within  the  view 
Both  of  the  reapers  and  his  fervants  too  r 
And  all  that  read  the  pleafing  ftory  muft 
Confefs  that  her  acknowledgement  was  jure. 
Such  acts  of  kindnefs  mould  excite  and  raife 
The  poor  receiver's  gratitude  and  praife. 

Then,-~0  my  friends !— permit  me  to  confefs 
That  I  receiv'd  your  gifts  with  thankfulnefs  : 
Like  Ruth,  I  would  be  grateful,  and  declare 
How  much  I  prize  your  tendernefs  and  care  ; 


384  SOKCS  IN  THE   NIGHT. 


Your  favours  have  refrefb'd  me,  and  I  find 

My  thoughts  like  her's  too  warm  to  be  confin'd  j 

Thankful,  I  bow,  and  wonder  at  your  love, 

And  afk  the  queftion  as  you  read  above ; 

I'm  all  unworthy  of  the  imalleft  mite, 

Why  have  I  found  fuch  favour  in  your  fight  ? 

Why  am  I  bleft  with  fuch  an  ample  mare  ? 

In  your  companion,  fympathy,  and  care  ? 

Thefe  unexpected  favours  tend  to  raife 

My  thoughts  above,  in  gratitude  and  praife. 

To    Him   who  made    my    friends,  both   great  and 

fmall ,  \ 

Who  rules,  and  overrules,  the  hearts  of  all. 
At  His  rich  goodnefs  I  admiring  ftand, 
And  blefs  His  kind  and  providential  hand  : 

0  may  His  free,  His  condefcending  grace 
Shine  brighter  to  my  views  in  Jems'  face  ! — 

1  want  a  gale  from  Heaven, — a  gale  divine,— 
To  roufe  this  drowfy,  lukewarm  foul  of  mine. 

I  wifh  my  dear,  though  unknown,  friends  may  be 
More  earned  at  the  Throne  of  Grace  for  me  : 
I'm  oft  opprefs'd  with  gloomy  doubts  and  fears, 
And  often  deal  with  fighs,  and  groans,  and  tears  ; 
I  meet  with  many  forrows  in  my  way  ; 
My  outward  weaknefs  tries  me  night  and  day  ; 
I  am  as  yet  a  pris'ner  clofe  confin'd, 
But  hope  my  fweet  releafe  will  foon  be  fign'd. — 

Farewell  my  kind  and  worthy  friends  ! — adieu  !— 
Mercy  and  peace  be  multiplied  to  you  ! 


S.  H. 


SONGS  IN  THE  NIGHT,  185 


XVII, 


0  Lord,  Iteseeck  Thee,  send  notv  prosperity* 
PS.  cxviii.  25. 

OWHAT  are  all  the  beft  d'eiigns 
To  work  upon  rebellious  minds  ! 
*Tis  not  by  might,  or  pow'r,  or  word. 
But  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  only  His  own  power  that  can 
Subdue  the  ftubborn  will  of  man  : 
Then  let  my  faith  addrefs  His  throne, 
And  afk  fuccefs  of  Him  alone. — 
Blefs  this  attempt,  O  God  of  grace  1 
To  ev'ry  foul,  in  ev'ry  place, 
Do  thou  profperity  ordain, 
That  none  may  read  or  hear  in  vain* 


This  I  requeft  in  Jefus'  name  ; 
His  glory  is  my  higheft  aim  : 
O  for  His  fake  let  finners  be 
Converted  from  their  fins,  to  Thee ! 
Do  Thou  my  warm  defires  fucceed, 
And  make  this  call— a  call  indeed  i— ♦ 
Weak  as  it  is,  Thy  pow'rful  hand 
Can  make  it  ufeful  to  the  land. 


*  Refeiring  to  a  small  piece  she  wrote  in  the  time  of  tho 
late  war,  entitled, — m  a  call  to  Britain  j"— — many 
thousands  of  which  were  sold  in  a  short  space, 

Ra 


i26  SONGS  IN  THE   NIGHT, 


Pity  the  Nation's  deep  diftrefs, 
And  work  its  peace  in  righteoufnefs, 
Now  for  profperity  1  pray  ; 
Send  it,  O  Lord,  without  delay ! 


XVIII. 

I  am  as  a  wonder  unto  many  ;  let  my  mouth  be  filled  with  Thy 

praise  and  with  Thy  honor  all  the  day, — 

ps.  lxxi.  7,  8. 

LORD,  help  me  to  come  near  Thy  feat 
And  there  again  let  wonders  meet : 
I  am  a  wonder :  but  I  know 
*Tis  Thou  alone  that  makes  me  fo.— 
What  fhall  I  fay  ?— Thy  hand  has  wrought 
Such  wondeis  as  exceed  my  thought : 

Wonders  ! Nor  can  I  anfwer  more  ;  * 

I  muft  fit  filent  and  adore.— 

My  God,  how  wond'rous  is  Thy  powrr 

That  kept  me  in  the  darkeft  hour  ; 

Which  help'd  me  to  hold  faft  my  hope, 

And  bore  fo  long  my  courage  up  !— 

'Twas  wond'rous  mercy,  rich  and  free, 

That  I  could  then  confide  in  Thee  : 

Hadft  Thou  not  kept  me  by  Thy  grace 

I  fhould  have  curs'd  Thee  to  Thy  face  ; 

How  often,  Lord,  I  cannot  tell, 

Did  my  ungrateful  heart  rebel  ? 

But  Thou  as  often  didft  compofe 

And  calm  each  murrn'ring  thought  that  rofe> 


SONGS  IN  THE  HICHT.  1 8 7* 

How  oft  did  Satan  fright  my  foul  ? 
But  Thou  didfl  all  his  rage  controul, 
And  mad'ft  his  vile  temptations  prove 
The  helpers  of  my  faith  and  love. 

0  let  my  mouth  be  fill'd  with  praife, 
And  with  Thy  honor  all  my  days  ; 
Affift  my  willing  foul  to  frame 
New  fongs  of  glory  to  Thy  name  ! 

Jefus,  my  never-failing-friend, 
Who  doth  to  all  my  groans  attend, 
Forever  (hall  Thy  kindnefs  be 
Remember'd  and  extolPd  by  me.— 
Though  Thou  haft  made  my  flefh  tofmart^ 
And  pain'd  my  head,  and  griev'dmy  heart? 
'Twas  all  in  mercy,  now  I  fee, 
That  fuch  fad  months  were  writ  for  me. 
ril  plea^.  Thy  caufe,  my  right'ous  Godi 
For  T.iou  haft  taught  me  by  Thy  rod  $ 

1  know  Thee  better  than  before, 

I  fear,  I  love,  I  truft  Thee  more. 

Father,  Tm  not  afham'd  to  tell 
The  world,— that  Thou  doft  all  things  well.—* 
Yes  :~I  will  ftill  Thy  hand  confefs, 
And  glory  in  Thy  faithfulnefs.— 
To  Thee  myfelf  I  now  refign  : 
Take  me  ! — I'll  be  forever  Thine  ; 
And  aim  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
To  love  and  praife  Thee  till  I  die.*— 


*This  piece  is  dated  October  1783,111  the  M.S.  and  appears 
19  have  been  the  last  time  of  Her  using  a  pen, 


X&XX  Sfc*^**  *£*«;* 


REMARKABLE    SCENE 


IN    THE 


AUTHOR'S   LIFE, 

TH  E  Writer,  hearing  She  had  left  her  place-* 
and  was  very  ill  at  her  mother's  called  upon 
her,  as  a  neighbour,  on  Tuefday  evening,  January 
12,  1773,  anc*  found  her  weak  and  low,  upon  a 
couch  :-— He  afked  her  what  the  doctor  thought 
of  her  cafe  ? — She  replied,-— He  feared  fhe  was 
decayed. 

§.  But  what  do  you  think  of  your  dife\  fe  your- 

A.  I  have  for  fome  time  given  up  all  thoughts 
of  living. 

47:  If  fo, — how  are  your  thoughts  refpecling 
another  world  ? 

A.  I  am  in  the  dark  as  to  that. 

4>.  Have  you  any  hope  that  it  will  go  well  with 
you  for  eternity  ? 

A.  If  I  had  I  think  I  could  gladly  depart  •  for 
I  have  for  fome  time  feen  an  emptinefs  in  this  pref-. 
cnt  world. 


iga  REMARKABLE- SCENE.' 


j£.  Have  not  I  noticed  you  as  ferious  and  attend 
tive  at  public  worfhip  ? 

A.  At  times  it  has  been^fo  : — for  I  have  fre- 
quently had  convictions,  but  they  have  been  like  the 
morn-cloud  ;*-fin  ancLvanity  have  ftifled  them  again 
and  again. 

^.  But,  as  you  have  attended  an  evangelical 
miniftry,  I  truft  you  are  acquainted  -with  the  way 
of  falvation,  and  how  a  poor  finner  is  to  be  accepted 
of  Gcd.  - 

A.  Yes,—  blefTed  be  His  name  !—  -I  do  know  the 
way  :— and  if  I  did  but  know  I  was  in  the  way  I 
couid  die  quietly. — 

Then  me  entered  into  the  caufe  of  her  doubts' 
and  fears,  which  greatly  encouraged  me  ;  as  fhe 
fpoke  of  her  heart  like  one  that  was  deeply  acquain- 
ted with  its  iinfulnefs  and  depravity. 

J^.  Why  did  not  you  open  the  ftate  of  your  mind 
to  fomebody  who  might,  under  God,  have  given 
you  counfel  ? 

A.  I  could  not  fpeak  before  to  any  one  : — but 
as  I  have  now  told  you  fomething  of  my  ftate,  hope 
you  will  come  and  fee  me  as  often  as  you  can  while. 
I  am  here,  as  I  expect  it  will  not  be  long ;  and  pray 
for  ms,  that  I -may  be  brought  to  know  JefusChrift 
and  His  precious  falvation,  fo  as  it  may  go  well  with, 
me  after  death. 

My  foul  rejoiced. — And,  after  fpending  fomer 
fcime   in  prayer,  I  left  her,  believing   God  would 


IN    THE  AUTHOR  S    LltZ.  1CJ1 


-manifefl  Himfelf  to  one  that  feemed  fo  truly  hum- 
bled and  fenfible.— Bufmefs  would  not  permit  my 
f  ifiting  her  again  till  the  Saturday  evening  follow- 
ing, when  me  was  taken  to  her  chamber  and  bed, 
eJcpecling,  as  fhe  faid,  to  go  no  more  down  till  carri- 
ed in  her  coffin. — Enquiring  into  the  prefent  ftate  of 
her  mind,  her  anfwer  was  to  this  effect  :— 

<  Better  fomething,  through  mercy,— I  begin  to 
fee  fome^  glimmering  of  hope,  that,  vile  and  unwor- 
thy as  I  am,  I  fliall  obtain  divine  favour  through 
Chrift  Jefus. — I  gather  from  the  world, — He  is  as 
willing  as  he  is  able  to  fave,  unto  the  uttermoft,  all 
that  come  unto  God  by  Him.— I  defire  to  look  to 
Him  alone,  and  would  wait  to  fee  His  falvation.>— 
Oh  !  that  he  would  pleafe  to  give  me  fome  token 
of  His  favour  ; — feme  pledge  of  my  being  interefted 
in  His  blood  and  righteoufnefs  ;  that,  before  I  go 
hence,  I  may  be  helped  to  fay, — "  He  hath  loved 
me,  and  given  himfelf  for  me  :"—  Gh  !  how  pleafant 
would  death  be  then.' 

This  reply  opened  a  door  for  converfation  upon 
the  precious  things  that  pertain  to  eternal  life  and 
godlinefs  ;  and  pleafing  it  was  to  find  fo  young  a 
perfon,  and  one  whofe  days  had  been  fpent,  as  it 
Were,  in  obfeurity,  able  to  fpeak  fo  Judicioafly  upon 
the  great  and  fundamental  things  of  God — After 
prayer  I  departed,  finding  my  own  foul  refrefhed  ; 
and  the  next  day,  being  the  fabbath,  went  again  t— =1 
«£nd;  at  going  to  the  bedfide;  fhe  faid,—. 


lf)2  REMARKABLE  SCENE 

«  I  am  glad  to  fee  you  ;  now  I  have  good  nettg 
to  tell  you  i  -God  does  verily  hear  and  anfwer  pray- 
er :--I  have  found  what  I  wanted,  and  can  now  die 
in  peate.-^-Oh,  what  a  difcovery  has  been  made  to 
me  fmce  I  law  you  !—  About  four  o'clock  this  morn- 
ing, as  I  lay  fleeplefs,  and  was  lamenting  over  my 
guilt  and  finfulnefs,  the  Lord,  of  His  infinite  mercy, 
gave  me  faith  to  look  to  "  the  blood  of  fprinkling  ;" 
and  I  was  helped  to  lay  hold  on  Jefus,  as  my  only 
Saviour  ;  and  now,  methinks,  I  am  clothed  with 
His  righteoufnefs.—  What  grace  and  mercy  to  fo  fin* 
ful  and  worthless  a  creature  !— 

Having  faid  this,  notwithftanding  her  bodily 
weaknefs,  Die  burft  out  into  a  flow  of  fuch  fublime 
afcripcions  of  praife  as  cannot  be  repeated  without 
injuring  their  beauty  : — recovering  herfelf,flie  faid  to 
a  perfon  that  was  near, — 

«  You  prayed  laft  night  that  I  might  have  a  good 
fabbath  to  day  ;  and  a  fabbath  indeed  1  have  had  ! 
—fuch  an  one  as  I  never  expected  in  this  world  ;  but 
I  "believe  it  is  the  beginning  of  a  long  one,  even  an 
eternal  fabbath  :— fure  I  cannot  live  till  the  return 
of  another  ;— my  heart  and  flefh  feem  to  be  failing 
as  fafl:  as  my  pulfe  beats  ;  "  but  God,"-— bJciTed 
be  His  name  ! — jj  is  the  ftrength  of  my  heart,  and 
my  portion  for  ever." 

Then  (lie  laid  ftill  awjiile  ;  and,  after  taking 
fcmething  to  moiften  her  xnouLh,  fhe  faid, — 


IN   THE  AUTHOR'S   LIFE.  1Q3 


*  Lord,  now  let   Thy   fervant  depart  in  peace* 
for  mine  eyes  have  feen  Thy  falvation." 

I  left  her  for  fome  time,  but  came  again  in  the 
evening  ,  and  found  her  youngeft  brother  in  tears, 
{he  having,  I  was  told,  been  taking  an  affecting 
leave  of  him  ;  and  feeing  her  mother  weeping  alfo, 
fhe  intreated  her  to  defift,  faying, — «  You  wound 
my  heart. — Will  you  grieve  becaufe  I  am  going  to 
be  freed  from  fin,  and  made  happy  with  God  ?'— - 
then  faid, — ■  But  I  have  another  brother  to  take 
leave  off  ;  afk  him  to  come  near/ — He  came  :  and 
fhe  faid  unto  him  in  this  wife  : — '  Dear  brother  ! 
you  fee  me  in  a  dying  fituation  ;  I  fhall  foon  be 
removed  out  of  your  light  ;  take  an  exhortation 
from  me  now,  and  remember  it  : — Do  not  you,  as 
I  have  too  much  done,  fpend  your  time  in  fin  and 
vanity  ;  but  remember — you  mufl  die  : — think, 
therefore,  about  your  precious  foul,  which  can  never 
die  ; — remember  your  Creator  in  the  days  of  your 
youth  — feek  an  intereft  in  Jefus  Chrift,  who  alone 
can  fave  you  from  the  wrath  to  come  : — make  con- 
fcience  of  fecret  prayer; — The  Lord  has  done  great 
things  for  me,  and  He  is  ready  to  do  as  much 
for  you  ; — His  grace  is  free  ;  only  feek  Him,  and 
you  will  find  He  is  willing  and  able  to  do  for  you 
above  what  you  can  afk  or  think. — And  do,  my 
dear  brother  !  promife  me  thefe  things  :— that,  God 
helping  yon,  you  will  in  future  avoid  bad  company  : 
«-I  know  your  occupation  expofe  yen  to  tempta- 
S 


194  REMARKABLE   SCEX2 


tions  of  this  kind,  but  do  you  fhun  the  way  of  the 
wicked  :  eat  not  of  their  dainties  ;  for  though  they 
live  merrily  now,  forrow  is  the  confequence  of  fin  : 
— abftain  from  lying,  curfing,  and  fwearing  :-- 
keep  under  your  irregular  paffions  : — remember  the 
fabbath  day,  to  keep  it  holy  ; — obey  your  mafter 
and  thofe  you  are  under  : — honor  your  mother, 
and  be  kind  unto  her  :  think  of  the  many  troubles 
fhe  has   gone  through,    and  do    not  you  add  unto 

them. Having   fpent  herfelf,  fhe  flopped    to  take 

breath  j  then  faid,  looking  earneftly  on  him,—. 
1  And  will  you,  brother,  take  my  advice  ? — will 
you  remember  my  words  :' — then  turning  her  eyes 
from  him,  fhe  lifted  them  'up  to  God,  and  cried,-— 
c  Lord,  do  thou  help  him  !  do  Thou  teach  him 
thefe  things  ! — he  will  not,  he  can  not,  do  them  of 
himfelf,  any  more  than  I  could.' — fhe  then  fhook 
him  by  J  and,  and  faid,^ — *  Farewell,  farewell, 
my  dear  brother  ! — I  expect  to  fee  you  no  more  in 
this  world.' — He  being  gone,  her  dilcourfe  turned 
on  our  natural  finfulnefs  and  helplelTnefs  : — after 
which,  fhe  fpoke  of  Chrift,  His  power  and  willing- 
nefs  to  fave,  in  fuch  an  exalted  manner,  as  afhamed 
and  overwhelmed  me.— -Her  words  were  fpoke  in 
a  low  voice,  but  a  mighty    power  feemed  to  attend 

them. She  continued  in  this  frame  till  Thurfday 

evening,— the  doctor,  and  all  that  faw  her,  thought 

'  her  to   be  dying    during   that  time,— but  late  that 

wight  fhe  afked  for  fomething  to  eat,  though  fhe  had 


IN    TPIE    AUTHORS   LIFE 


neither  food  or  fleep  of  confequence  for  three 
weeks  before  :  fhe  ate  ;  and,  after  eating,  fell  afleep. 
—From  this  time  flie  began  to  amend  ;  and,  as  her 
body  gathered  ftrersgth,  fo  her  abounding  confola- 
tions  and  ability  for  {peaking  gradually  decayed  ; 
but  a  fweet  favour  and  relifli  of  thofe  happy  days 
continued  ;  with  a  proper  fenfe  how  much  flie  was 
indebted  to  free  grace  for  what  flie  then  enjoyed. — ■ 
In  about  a  month's  time  fne  was  able  to  leave  her 
cnamber  :— I  then  afked  her  how  (he  fared  with  the 
profpecl  of  living. ---fhe  replied,-—*'!  feem  to  myfe'f 
as  one  awakened  out  of  a  pleafmg  dream,  or  like 
one  that  has  met  with  a  great  disappointment  : — 
I  thought  I  was  juJl  entering  the  port  of  Heaven  ; 
but  now  I  find  I  muft  go  back  to  the  world  again 
I  will  be  content,  as  it  is  the  will  of  God,— 0"  that' 
I  may  be  helped  to  live  to  His  praife  !  — I  fear,  in- 
deed to  be  engaged  in  the  things  of  this  world 
again  ;  but  He  that  brought  me  out  of  darknefs  in- 
to light  is  able  to  keep  me  from  evil.— To  Him. 
Would  I  look,  and  on  Him  would  I  truft. 

What  follow  are  a  few  of  her  many  obfervations 
during  thofe  five  days  in  which  fhe  was  fo  eminently 
favoured  Whfe  the  prefence  and  fpirit  of  God  ;  for 
the  writer  had  only  now  and  then  an  opportunity  o£ 
hearing  the  gracious  words  fhe  uttered.— -But  he 
would  firfl  obferve  :— Notwithflanding  fhe  was  fo 
full  of  divine  things,  yet  flie  well  knew  when  to 
{peak  of  them,   and   when   to  be.  filent :— and  as  a 


ig6  REMARKABLE   SCENE, 


proof  that  me  was  in  her  right  mind,  he  took  notice 
ihe  always  fuited  her  difcourfe  to  her  company  ; 
and  if  any  were  prefent  that  (lie  thought  would  def- 
pife  experimental  religion  (he  would  be  filent,  or  fay 
but  little,  and  that  about  things,  in  general,  which 
moft  allow  to  be  of  importance  in  their  ferious  mo- 
ments :— -  but  whatever  difpoluion  any  might  be  of, 
they  could  not  help  being  ferious  if  they  came  near 
her  in  thofe  days.— The  following,  is  one  inftance  : 
—--An  exceeding  light  and  gay  young  woman  com- 
ing to  her  bedlide,  flie  looked  willfully  at  her  fome 
time,  then  faid,— Wha%  are  you  come  to  fee  me  ? 
—Be  perfuaded  to  lay  afide  your  vanities,  becaufe 
you  muft  die  as  well  as  myfelf,  though  you  may  live 
a  little  longer  than  I  mall.'— -The  manner  in  which 
{hz  fpoke  thefe  few  words  caufed  ihe'young  woman 
to  burtl  into  tears  and  turn  away.— -I  aiVd  her  if  lie 
knew  that  perfon  : — me  replied, — *  I  wifh  I  had 
not  :  fne  has  been  a  fnare  to  me.' 

Alking  for  a  little  wine,  while  it  was  warming  flie 
faid,— *  Wine  will  not  cheer  me  now  as  it  ufed  to 
do,  it  has  loft  its  ftrengthening  virtue  to  me  :  but, 
--ok/Ted  be  God  !— there  is  virtue  yet  in  Jefus' 
blood  ;  inexhauftible  virtue  :— virtue  I  find  that 
gladdens  my  heart :—  this  is  wine  that  maketh  glad 
the  heart  of  God  and  man.' 

One  who  was  a  fellow-fervant  in  the  family  fne 
lived  in  lair,  and  which  fhe  left  on  account  of  her 
bad  flate  of  health,  coming   to  fee  her,  wept  :  fie 


IN   THE  AUTHORS   LIFE.  L97 


faiel, — 'Weep  not,  I  know  you  are  a  fecker  of 
Jefus  ;  I  have  been  witnefs  of  your  tears  and  you 
of  mine  ;  but  now  my  tears  are  turned  into  joy,  and 
fo  I  truft  will  your's,  fooner  or  later.— -I  was  of  a 
forrowful  fpirit  as  well  as  you,  and  I  had  caufe  for 
forrow  through  my  follies.--- Indeed,  fometimes  I 
appeared  cheerful ;  but  it  was  put  on  ;  now,  glory 
be  to  God  !— I  have  true  joy,  and  feel  fuch  inward 
peace  as  paffeth  all  understanding  :— be  you,  there- 
fore, encouraged:— for  if  you  have  flighted  convic- 
tions, I  have  done  the  fame  ;— if  you  have  trifled 
away  precious  time,  fo  have  I ;— -if  you  have  been 
flow  of  heart  to  believe,  I  more  ;— but  through  rich 
grace  I  have  obtained  mercy,  why  may  not  you?-  — 
You  can  but  be  the  chiefiof  finners; —as  fuch  I  went 
to  God,  and  found  Him  merciful  and  gracious  j — a 
God  pardoning  iniquity,  tranfgreflion,  and  fin. — 

To  another  fhe  faid, — *  Liv?  by  faith  on  the  Son 
of  God.— I1  have  not  lived  fo  ;— if  I  had  I  fhould 
not  have  had  fo  many  fears  and  doubts  as  1  laboured 
under  at  the  beginning  of  my  illnefs.— It  is  good  liv- 
ing by  faith,  but  better  dying  in  faith  ;  and  the 
beft  of  all  when  faith  lhall  be  turned  into  fight,  and 
hope  into  enjoyment.— O  what  will  that  be  !—  In 
Heaven  we  fhall  fee  fuch  things  as  eye  hath  not 
feen,  nor  ear  heard  of jr— we  fhall  fee  God  in  ma. 
jefty  ;— the  Lamb  of  God  ;— the    angels  01    God  ;— 

the  redeemed  of  the  Lord. What  is  their  work  ? 

~. rAll  praife.— Methinks  I  lhall  fing  the  loudeft  ; — 
S2 


1C,8  REMARKABLE  SCENE 


my  fong,  I'm  fure,  mull  be/—"  Grace  !  grace  1" 

At  a  tiir^e  when  feveral  friends  were  prefent,  me 
faid, — *  I  have  not  fung  for  fome  time/— One  faid 
it  might  injure  her   head  : — fhe    replied, — «  No,    it 

will  not.     Sing  Dr.   Watt's  13th  H.  3d  b "  How 

fweet  and  awful  is  the  place,"&c. — and,  after 
that  was  fung  foftly,  the  626.  H.  2d  b. — "  Come, 
let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs,"  &c. — but  none 
could  fingwith  her  ;  her  voice  founded  like  fome- 
thing  more  than  human,  and  while  fhe  fung  {lie 
waved  her  arm  as  if  bowing  before  the  Throne  in. 
Heaven  ; — at  laft  the  company  left  off  trying, — 
*  Well,' — fays  fhe, — '  if  you  will  not  help  me  I 
ir.vAl  fing  by  myfelf,  I  cannot  forbear,'-. -then  fhe 
fyroke  out,  though  quite  foftly,  with  words  and  tune- 
that  neither  of  us  had  ever  heard  before  ;  and  we 
left  her  in  aftoniihment.— This  was  evening  ;  the 
next  morning  I  was  informed  fhe  continued  fmging 
in  that  manner  great  part  of  the  night,  though  fhe 
feemed  at  intervals  to  be  actually  dying. 

At  another  time  (he  fpoke  of  the  infinite  majefty 
cf  God  as  if  flie  had  a  view  of  His  unveiled  glory. 
1  mud  not  attempt  to  repeat  her  words ;  but,  fhe 
having  dwelt  upon  His  nature,  perfection,  and 
attributes,  went  oa,  fpeaking  of  the  characters,  names, 
and  titles  given  Him  in  the  fcr iptures,  in  fuch  a 
manner  as  was  truly  furprifing,  and  which  made 
the  heart  to  glow. 

Often  (he  laid  for  a  confiderable  time  together 
as  if  in    deep    meditation  j    then    would   mention 


IN    THE  AUTHORS  LIFE,  ig§ 


fome  fweet  text,  giving  it  a  concife  and  pithy  para- 
phrafe. 

Once,  as  fhe  was  fpeaking  on  juftification,  a  friend 
raid, — "Then  you  do  not  expect  to  be  faved  by  good 
works."— fhe  replied,— 'I  caft  them  all  afide,  and 
count  them  as  dung,  that  I  may  be  found  in  Chrift  ; 
— neverthclefs,  I  efteem  holinefs,  defire  more  of 
it,  and  long  for  the  time  when  I  fhall  ceafe  from 
fin. — But'— recollecting  herfelf— *  I  do  truft  in  good 
works,  and  expect  to  be  faved  by  them. — I  do  not 
mean  thofe  of  my  own,  but  the  works  of  righteouf- 
nefs  wrought  by  Chrift  Jefus  ; — His  doing  and  dy- 
ing,—His  obedience  and  fufferings  ; — thefe  are  the 
works  I  truft  in  and  depend  upon  ;  and  on  thefe 
any  poor,  broken-hearted  fmnermay  quietly  venture 
his  eternal  all.' 

At  onother  time,  when  a  little  wine  was  offered, 
fhe  faid,— '  Chrift  when  He  was  dying  had  vinegar 
and  gall  given  him,  inftead  of  wine  ;— not  only 
vinegar  which  is  four,  but  gall  that  is  bitter,  and 
both -mingled  together  ;— He  drank  the  four  and 
bitter  that  I  might  have  the  fweet,'-— -here  fhe 
greatly  enlarged  on  the  paffion  and  death  of  Chrift  ; 
adding,—'  By  His  death  He  procured  for  me,  and 
you,  and  you,  and  you,— (pointing  to  diiferent 
friends  that  ftood  near  her)—*  not  only  pardon  and 
reconciliation,  but  Heaven  alfo,  which  I  hope  foon 
to  enter  upon,  and  you  will  quickly  follow.' 

A  neighbor  overhearing  her  fpeak,   and  not  un- 


200  REMARKAALE  SCENE 


derflanding  what  fhe  heard,  reported  that  fhe  was 
mad. — On  being  told  of  this,  fhe  cried, — *  Lord  ! 
more  of  this  madnefs  give  to  me  and  her  !' — and 
added,—*  it  was  faid  of  Him  that  fpake  as  never 
fpake, — He  is  befide  himfelf,  yea,  He  hath  a  de- 
vil j— but  I  hope  I  do  not  fay  any  thing  unbecom- 
ing ;— I  know  I  do  not  fpeak  of  myfelf  j— for  when 
in  health  I  could  fcarce  fpeak  at  all  about  facred 
things  ;  it  is  God  that  gives  me  matter  and  words. 
—To  Him  be  all  the  glory  ;— not  unto  me,  not  unta 
vile,  unworthy  me,  but— 

M  To  Him  that  Earth's  foundations  laid 
11  Be  everlafting  honors  paid." 

Two  fearful  and   timorous   friends   being    once 

prefent,  it  was  afked   her,— If  her  language   might 

not    difcourage    them  ? — ine    anfweied,— *  I   think 

the  contrary  ;— they  ought  to  be  encouraged  :— they 

can  be  but  deftitute  cf  all  that   is   good,  and  full  of 

evil ;  and  I  was  fo  :— therefore,  as  God  hath  (hewn 

me  favour,  I  think  it  is   an    argument  for  them    to 

lift    up    the   hands    that  hang   down.'— one  faid,— 

"  Few  are  favoured   like  you    in    a   dying  feafon," 

fhe  replied,—'  Some  have  their  fun  fet  in    a   cloud  : 

—and   if  the  Lord  fhould  hide    His   face    from   me 

before  I  leave   this  world,  O    may  I  be    helped    to 

trull  in  Him  !— They  that  are  born    again    fhall  die 

fafe,  if  not  comfortable  ;  for  precious  in  the  fight  of 

the  Lord  is  the    death  of  His  faints   ;-— they  are  not' 

pure  in  their  own  eyes  ;— but  in  His  fight,  they  that 

appear  fa  to  themfelves  are  vile  in  His  esteem.' 


IN    THE   AUTHORS   LIFE,  2CJ1 


y 


Noticing  how  long  it  was  fmce  fhe  had  been  at 
public  worfhip,  fhe  faid,— *  I  fhould  like  to  wor- 
fhip Him  in  His  earthly  couits  again  ;  but  I  had 
rather  behold  Him  face  to  face  :  — I  had  much  rath- 
er caft  my  crown  before  Him  in  Heaven,  and'  fee 
the  King  in  His  beauty  there  ;  yet  I  defire  to  wait 
the  appointed  time  till  my  change  fhall  come.— 
This  body  muft  die  before  I  can  fee  Him  ;— then 
fhall  I  behold  His  face  in  righLeoufnefsy  and  never, 
never  fin  any  mere,5 

From  this  fpecimen  may  it  not  fairly  be  inferred, 
—That  there  is  fuch  a  thing  as  divine  influence  ; — - 
that  there  is  a  reality  in  ^religion  ;---and  that  that 
muft  be  worthy  every  one's  purfuit  which  will  af- 
ford fuch  tranquility,  peace,  and  joy  in  the  profpect 
of   diffolving  natuie  ?— 

Her  not  dying  when  fhe,  her  friends,  and  the 
faculty  thought  fhe  would,  does  not  argue  againft 
what  has  been  related  :— but  the  ftrcng  confolations 
with  which  fhe  was  favoured  exhibit  the  merciful 
loving-kindnefs  of  God,  in  preparing  her  thereby  to 
endure  with  patience  thofe  fufTerings  fhe  was  fo  long 
exercifed  with  ;  and  which,  at  laft,  reduced  her  to 
a  mere  fkeleton  :— yet  was  her  mind  fo  calm,  that 
(lie  whifpered  the  day  before  fhe  left  this  world,—- 
'  I  cannot  talk:  but  I  fhall  foon  fmg  there.'— 
pointing  towards  Heaven.--* 


202  REMARKABLE  Scene, 


Her  remains  were  interred  in  Tacket-ftreet  bu- 
rial ground,  in  Ipswi*h,  over  which  is  the  follow- 
ing inscription  : — 

SUSANNA    H  ARRISO  N, 

DIED    3D    OF    AUGUST     I  7 R 4 , 
AGED    XXXIII. 

DURING  TWELVE  YEARS'  AFFLICTION 

SHE     DISCOVERED     A    GRACIOUS     SPIRIT, 

AND  WAS  THE  AUTHOR  OF 

«  SONGS  IN  THE  NIG; IT  ," 

BY  WHICH  SI-IE  BEING'DEAD,    YET  SPEAKETII, 


f 


Paufe  here  one  moment,  thou  that  read ?fl  this ; ' 
She  Mill  would  point  thee  to  eternal  blifs. — 
Her  foul  bciiir.es  the  friend  of  sinners  fought  ; 
She  found  Him  gracious,  and  His  grace  She  taught 
Her  flate  was  humble,  but  her  faith  was  true, 
And  what  She  fung,  She  fungfrom  what  She  knew 
Her  themes,  Her  fongs  were  full  of  love  divine. — 
Reject, — and  make, — like  Her, — religion  thine  I 


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